You Are The Seed

You are the seed and I your mould.
You lie inside me and grow.
You are the child which is  awaited.
I am your mother.

Earth, give your warmth!
Blood, give your essence!
An unknown force today needs
all of life I have had.

The streaming warm wave
knows no dust,
further it wants to create,
and break forth.

That is why there is living pain
inside me now:
something is growing and tearing me -
dearest, you!.