Breath of Love
Within each heave grows mild a tender sight
That follows your beat through the hem of night
Where I become a whisper of moon’s delight
To cuddle each sigh and bestow warm rest...
From pricked hours, from low days that arrest
A loss of serenity far from grace
My breath of love wraps you in sweet embrace.
Cracks of the heart are like youth’s brittle wear
Rupturing hope as eyes weep, oh daughter
The betrayal of friends, in shadows, tear
And wrenching the edged grasses as you pass by
Down lonely road seemingly far yet nearby...
Bring then my note's whiff, one step at a time
To hum afresh life's interludes sublime.
Gail Doyle's Breath Of Love
2/08/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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