breathe out.
but, before you do,
fill your lungs with wishes
that I might catch them in quick hands
and hold them long enough
that they may grow their
butterfly wings
of pink and blue and
that colour that can only be jade.
then, I will release them
into the wild of the sky
and watch them
as the gods of the night
turn them into dreams.
and, if I am blessed,
I can turn them into truth.
breathe out.
that I may know your heart.
better.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Pink Jade: Blood: breathe out
Labels: 2004, Pink Jade 4 observations
4 observations:
i can see the wishes as they float through the sky.
i can see you lean towards me to catch them.
and i can hope that they turn into my dreams...
beautiful and vivid.
a consummation devoutly to be wished.
caressed,
cherished,
chaste one day,
abused,
abandoned,
abdicated the next.
all too true in so many ways
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