O, Love

O love, you were born before
midnight moments before the next day
the breaking of the skin, the breaking
of the sun, movement and flutter of air

midnight moments before the next day
at the exact moment you entered this world
of the sun, movement and flutter of air
beginning, the only ceremony

at the exact moment you entered this world
small prayers and a voice that answers your own
beginning, the only ceremony
a small drama playing its way into my heart

like notes in a musical arrangement, or scribbles by G-d
the breaking of the skin, the breaking
whispers shaken loose, as light as day
O love, you were born before