Spiritual

what is it that I seek 
here in the dark hours 
the spirit's time 
I awake to fingers dancing upon 
the nape of my neck 
and whispers of a lost soul 
seeking connection 
to it's once breathing consciousness 
to me 
why am I drawn to your realm 
perhaps the answer resides in the truth that 
I was not intended 
conceived against doctor's orders 
avoiding certain death 
many times 
my first hour 
perhaps this is the reason I feel closer to you 
than my mortal self 
counting the breaths 
as I edge nearer the kiss of death 
my birth