The Etchings of Being Here.
I am awake and livng
now
I passed you by
like fleeting breath
succinct, toneless
.
breathe me
while you can
while I cling to earth
and slide through
space
.
upon the meadow
up in the light
there!
we can be as day
as it was meant
to be
.
your turning
and my turn
to come now
beside, beside
alongside
the etchings of being here
1 comment:
I like the idea of breath as the succinct toneless trace of being.
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