Baby's Breath

Baby’s Breath. Please give to me the right address And I will reach you with my rhyme, Though they may seem expressionless They excel in the art of mime, Like trickling brooks upon the page Like haystacks built with new mown hay, Like writings from an ancient sage, Or morning sounds upon the day. Please tender me your sympathy And let me bid to leave the night, Then I will take you out with me Where we can bind the early light, That kindles in the burning dawn And softly wanders in your eyes, Like promises, as yet unborn Before the first new baby cries. Please give me time to change my song Into a gentle melody, For innocence is rarely wrong And newborn hearts will ever be, Poetic nuances of joy That set a smile upon your face, That mortal man can not destroy In this, or any other place. Please bear with me just once again And I will kiss the child’s soft face, Then we’ll go walking in the rain So grateful for this gift of grace, And I can hear your laughter sound Like wind chimes chasing down the bay Before you skip and blow around Like pages from another day…