Tween Every Breath I Need To Take

Written by: John Boyle

Voices of tears... Ye the salt of the sea...
Author engraved.... Deeper then I can see..
A lost habit of mind.... A cause I drink...
As doth fringes of dark...'Pon an eve's brink...
A deep sense... Mid mission of eagle's claws..
'Tween forever lost....And an unwed cause...

O Noble!.... O Sky!.... Birthplace of the sun..
A dwarf in a starry land.. Brightly spun..
Bestowing flightly droves...Of warm repose.. 
'Gainst good and bad behavior...Of a rose...
A diamond many call a dwarf..  Whilst I..
See a morning on earth... Where valleys lie...

Native plains...Where streams forever wander..
Mid chants of lost souls... That never slumber..
Whilst always whispering.. Of forest green.. 
Beyond hunger and thirst...  And all in between..
A mount.. Taller then most.. I stand upon..
Mid swift of sight...Ere the stride of the sun...

Bright shining sighs... Greetings without handshakes..
That doth aches... By her own spells she makes..
Each an early morn..  Mid a feast of dew...
A pulse that awakens mine eyes anew..
Steadfast ripening...Each breath I need take..
Extracted from life.. Only nature can make...

Alone I stand... N'er a lonesome day...
For I have the sunshine to guide my way...
Aside a gentle wind...Tendering each breath..
With wings to fly.. O'er a night's quiet death..
Whilst mine eye's gladness.. Utters silent words..
Oft content mid the ivy...  A song of birds..

Awake O forest... To be mine own stage.....
A staff that bears my weight.. Crafted by age..
Aside wandering streams... Too proud to boast...
Mid stir and steps ere long.... A lazy coast.. 
Let the hills and meadows.. Be a rose's cheek..
Against my chest.. ~ Tis all my soul shall seek....