Emergence

The preface to this story is no phrase,
No dark and stormy night, no rosy dawn.
No voice to set the mood with poignant song,
No script, no blueprint, not a hint of grace,
No words unwritten by a silent sage,
No memory of touch, or scent, or face,
No promise that two lovers will embrace,
No Roman numeral on an empty page.

Yet from this nothing came both near and far,
And light and dark, and ocean depth and rain,
And legs for standing up and falling down,
A planet made from remnants of a star,
And smiles that tell of love forgetting pain,
And children who remember when they're grown.