If only there was a way
To return to the womb
To be warmed through
Without aches and pains
Nor quandries of folly
Cushioned by waters softened
No harsh sound within
No clattering chaos without
Two hearts beating in unison
Shared nourishing strength
Entwined in cordage length
A companion voice of comfort
Constant growth to being
A mind growing, newly formed
the soul's intensity initiated
Readying for its development
The maturation of the body
To be reborn to mortality's span
To live life anew, more aware
To find oneself once again
Enlivened, enlightened, invigorated
Returned to aged reality's realm
Where life's cycle, a paradox
Is both comforting and harsh