The lull of my breath
My sometimes staccato-cry
Devilish details
Tag Archives: Breath
Set Apart
What if an angel is all that you were made to be
A guardian with no human arms in the ever of time to guard you
A servant among an army of servants, hosting the faint and heartsick
A consecrated one, bringing stranded souls back together
What if God’s breath is the all you were made to be
In This Often Early Morn’
You've what cools me
As the purr
Of a hungry cat
Trying not to ask
That kind
Of cool
How you warm me
As I watch
Morning's early dew
Set silent and still
While busy, flying things
Tend to my eyes
Only Now
Just fly on us
The breath and the birds
Breath
Birds
The breath and the birds
Fly on us
Just
haiku
With each syllable
The Earth is falling away
And my breath fails me
at the bottom of breath
I thought it was not glass shards
And salt to follow
I thought there was whimsy
And my maturity to gain
I thought I was white flame
And you titanium
I thought I was poetry
And you the poet
I thought I knew
And I knew
Li’l: A Haiku
Your pitter-pattered
Rising, falling breaths of love
All I need ever
even breaths
I will see
My brother
In your eyes
First and only
I can cheer
My sister
In her joy
Now and always
Creeper
What when all you allowed to stifle you
Exhales
Turns tail
And walks away with the stench of fraud hanging from its defeated bones
Might you then heave and gasp for the first time since your youth
Breathe
You will
When what all you allowed saves you
Now
Will we always want more
This may be all we’re given
Allowed just this moment
With just this breath aligned
Are we alright with that
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