As you danced beneath my eyelids
There was kicking within my womb
A silent call that begged to be assumed
You pulled and pushed from here to there

Neither inside of my heart
I bathed and cleansed my soul
Although it tore part from part
Craved within and without
I would enter sleep if I could

A dark and wondrous mourning
That stood silent as the grave
All that was left of you
Pieces of echoed art