I need to breathe.
Sing without me now, my dear, sing on,
For soon you’ll sing without me, now I’m gone,
And heaven’s breathing’s brightly blown among
The dead heads and blooms of song unsung:
Sing for life: eternity is long.
I need to breathe; the breath of life is light,
Something I cannot touch among these shadows;
Flame dipped, flickering, bobs below the night;
Crushing black is glanced out where it glows.
Fields of poppies, gardens and fresh flowers,
Dew and daisy days, the rose’s hours;
Through thornless thickets the wet wind wails and sings
High on the smell of rain tomorrow brings.
1992 (?)
Posted by gledwoodpoet
at 10:18 PM GMT
