Endings of My Breath
I live on the shadow of the wind silent, unseen, pure.
I'm then. I'm now. Of hearts tangled ways so shy, so dear.
I'm a sparkle, a fleeting lie, I exist as Heaven's dove flies
In steps of faith so frightful and few. I'm behind and over you.
You hear my whisper in night's of sweat
Of plans not now. Of razor's whet.
I walk, I wink, and dwell in caves where masters think.
The serpent, the toad, an ancient oak, vanish with my wink.
On waters quiet. A moth's terror flight. I wonder, ponder things of old.
Of hunger crumbs not fed and poured out like dust of gold.
Yet live I from now 'til now that once was then
Encircling a book, a mighty book of life, fools and sin.
Dark men came and hands spoke clear
I heard not their silly sound on parchment or ear.
The rabbits still, a water well and yet, disease comes near
To tell his tale, a jailor's bail I'm seen on a widow's tear.
I have no pity, compassion, or love
I've never dwelt in smoke below or sweet heights above.
I'm always needed and never spoke of since
But let tormented adversity rise and I but an expense.
Whining baby carries my name and man of growth my ring
Blindness my friend, ignorance is my wing.
No bars hold me. No hymns can scold me
I'm no man's beast. And no woman's fee.
I cannot die. I cannot lie, but walk my bridge again
Through castle walls, a damsel weeps of my tears so thin.
I laugh. I sigh. And tease death, the old man of darkness
I dance. I flow. I'm where you're at and where you will go.
© 2016 Kenneth Avery
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