Breathe
a drop of stillness
afloat an endless sea of air.
I heard these words
on a histant haze
of a lucid dream that has since
escaped
from being forgotten. Well, I did
breathe,
and in a wooded grove
protected by
the arms of Mt. Clark,
an awe of sensation
overcame me. Beyond hill and dale
there lay only the world
I wished for.
And beneath my feet
dwelt two perfect cones
in infancy, in perfection.
A subtle balance
through which I gauge
my undying affection
for the trees, the sky, the rock
and for loving
the one who shares
these... and all things dear with me. Nature, harmony, love
and somewhere
in the confounding chaos,
her and I. We breathe
but too often in sighs. |
