MEIOTIC INCEPTION

How I wish
to see, that Simmering light
flickering
the utter darkness
sweet of pleasantries
gossiping unfathomable gulp

Not of how, or who
We are;
Many destined moments, comes
At the wee hours
of microcosmic rendezvous;
The meiotic inception

How I wish
to see, the spark
rubbing stone upon stone;
to come forward, and greet
with a pleasant smile;
"Stone that turned into flowers".