Breath, for a girl

It is vivid, it breathes

can be at once visible, tangible

or floating in evanescent air

alive in silence but living in sound

can be the bite of raw wind

that breathes, never blows

awake and alive, it breathes through your eyes

the cold of cognition

withers, whips, rises from dirt

is vitreous and imperfect

falls (does not break), awake and alive

skyward, forward and on

excited – what was that?

I heard it, did you?

it spoke, in a whisper?

it spoke in a dream

I hear it, do you?

it cannot be far –

(perhaps, in time

but the distance is close)

it breathes through your eyes

do you hear it too?

it is awake and alive

it is love, and for you.

Actionless

To laugh, to cry, mimics the mind

To an emotion,

And singular, the outline;

Collectively, its notion.

Behind each expression, the

Most hidden of clues;

But scratches from the surface,

The answer, to the few;

The body, closer, enemied by fear,

And within, the hero,

Holding on for dear.

But panic and it fails,

No longer the mass proud,

So alone, enshadowed, and

Still, in a crowd.

Eternity

Seamless blue sky
Pulses rising with the heat
Tempered only by the breeze
The horizon shimmers with the field.
A men collapses under his faithful tree
And melts into the grass.
There is no winter in his world.
As he revels in eternal warmth,
A single golden leaf
Floats into his refuge,
Crimson red and wet.
It warns shamelessly of changes,
Of copper colors and cold.
He clings desperately to the moment,
As fragile as the leaves,
Knowing with each passing day
Paradise flakes away,
Buried by a leafy avalanche
Lulled to sleep by the frost
Awakened only by the raging sun
An eternity away.