Prism of sky huddles in its wake
Now slipping in peace of days, bygone
A rosy star flames, quivers and is done
To twinkle its candle on our halls .
I feel your breath entering my eyes
as thoughts inhale tinted memories;
Grayish, then blue, drifting with pale leaves.
Somehow, tiny beads of pearly dew
Fall gently marking ended hours;
My sighs meander, deep in prayers
Where daylight peals along gardens wide,
And fibers of orchids knot an embrace
Till afterlife’s veil brushes my face.
Your whispers calm without hint of speech
Expressing love as chapel bells toll
Our breaths meet, same time, when songs console
Then resounds, stills, and resounds again.
It is night; the vaults of stars linger
Reminding me, I’ll follow you… there.
Eternal Breath Contest of Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud