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…
Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2014
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