The Birth Song Written by: Jeni Couryn

[Motherdragon]

The Birth Song  Written by:  Jeni Couryn

The Birth song The night is still, the moon full and bright

She feels it approaching, her belly once again tight

All is in ready the time’s finally come

She’s hoping her baby will be here by the rising of the sun.

The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love, the hope and the mirth

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birth song

Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no color, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birth song

Her breathing grows faster as each new wave moves within

She remembers to let go, to surrender again

She opens her eyes and sees her partner, her lover, her friend

Remembering with tenderness their choice to begin

The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love and the hope

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birth song

Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no color, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birth song

The songs been completed the babe’s in her arms

Both teary eyed parents are moved by it’s charms

The song appears ended at least in this room

But I’ll hear it eternal with other bright moons.

The song begins gently, moving slowly at first

The courage, the fear, the love, the hope and the mirth

Some sing quite softly and some loud and strong

Their babies emerge as they sing the Birth song

Time becomes frozen as woman by woman, birth by birth

They’re all connected through their bodies & songs

It knows no boundaries, no color, no races

It fills all their bodies, their hearts, souls and faces.

The sounds of each woman as she sings the Birth song

Dawn Of your hand I could say this

a bird poised mid-air in flight

as delicate and smooth.

Of your mouth

a foxglove in its taking

without edges or hurt.

This of your ear

a tiny sea-horse, immortal

sporting in white waves

and of your eye

a place where no one could hide

nothing lurk.

Of your cupped flesh

smooth in my palm

an agate on the sea-shore.

Of your back and belly

that they command kisses.

And of your feet I would say

they are inquisitive and gay

as squirrels or birds

and so return to your hand

and begin my voyage

around your loveliness

again and yet again

as in my arms you lie sleeping.