All breath consumed, savoured and spent
Celebrates the passion in this meeting
Of each poignant aspects ambitious seeking.
The wonder that so intricately designs
This thing. This intimate, conscious self.
Haphazardly explored; embraces, defines
Some strange threshhold it entwines.
That part of me, though silent, breathes.
Still, it stirs all emotion and sense
And by some instinct or formality conceives
That need for love, for sanity. Sheaves
That pulse whose haunting suggestion
Contains the mystery of every part.
I am alive; what strange manner of invention
Is this, that I marvel at each inspection.
The clouds lay softly
Carpeting the sky
Harkening my eye
To some meaningful vision
Of all its held secrets
And such secrets origin
Have I always sat
In view of such wonder
Naked to the watch
Of the heavens concern
And my life through each fault
Through each blunder
By some miracle confirmed
My eyes trace
That limitless space of the sky
Like a silence
Searching for a word
While such sense prevails
Deafness hails the sound
Of sifting sand
Through the hour-glasses limit
Each breath
And articulated gland
Yearning for the fullness
Of an everlasting minute
Each days morning
Haunts my surprise at its gift
When I lift my face
To the emerging sun
And feel the stun
Of its burning brightness
A discerning politeness
To guise its play
Stealing across the sky
As unnoticed it steals the day
