Remember the Windchymes (For the Living Child)
At every first birthday party
I’ll allow you to blow out your own candles
but let me blow a heart shaped balloon
and bubbles of love just for you
In cold foggy mists on days of thunder
Let me heat you with the sight of my breath
Let me smoke you with warmth from my fire
that I’ve reserved from days of stress
After occasions of major proportion
Let me sigh a relief of exhaustion
Readily and heavily, I’ll carry your burdens
When days are dark, hear my voice
I’ll smokeline the air for your offspring
and leave them with stormclouds of possibility
When my time is done, let them feel my whispers.
Hear my laughter in the howling wind
and dance as I sing at the top of my lungs
I’ll spread screaming pollen spores
On my rollercoaster back they’ll soar
As I bring flowers toward the living
Shouting for the sake of remembrance
Take skyward the dust from my bones
But let my soul’s legacy linger forever
For I’ve given much more then my all
Please, let my last breath be never
Copyright © Brandon Basson | Year Posted 2006
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