Breath... Exhaled
"A sweet rush of symphony to swell within dreams..."
A breath
...exhaled
Let loose to creep to the crack of wood surrounding
That nighttime window, cloaked in dark as it
Reflects.
To travel outwards along
The song of the wind
It flows from me, sleeping, lost
In that limbo between days,
Without end
Always flying away
To lift to skies I cannot travel
In form, simply thought
up and out
Taking the forever road of
Night
The sky and stars illuminate
The silk mist of breath as it flows along the breeze
Of forever.
Grasping the taste of the the world, drawn to it's touch
Creeping through cities and towns
Afield and afar, the touch of a leafs final dance
The spray from sprinklers set to nourish
The nighttime
Mingles with the laughter from the open door of a club.
Catching the flavor of stories and emotions
of life
Yet a small thread connects
ever connects it
To myself, not awake yet not unaware
Brings it back in
A sweet rush of symphony to swell within dreams
on a
breath...
inhaled
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