Breath Of Life
Grey skies
And the divine moon
Enlivening the city of outlines
The night dark and intense
Unfurling its secrets
The wind flailing with ardour
Has a bitter cutting edge
The candle on my table
Contending to survive the ruthless air
A distant sound of waves
Struggling hard to reach the shore
The faint smell of burning wood
Weakening into embers
The howling steam engine
A journey has begun
Thunder in the chasms of my heart
For a single breath I strive
Everything that girdles me
Whispers softly
“ I am still alive”
Grey skies
And the divine moon
Enlivening the city of outlines
The night dark and intense
Unfurling its secrets
The wind flailing with ardour
Has a bitter cutting edge
The candle on my table
Contending to survive the ruthless air
A distant sound of waves
Struggling hard to reach the shore
The faint smell of burning wood
Weakening into embers
The howling steam engine
A journey has begun
Thunder in the chasms of my heart
For a single breath I strive
Everything that girdles me
Whispers softly
“ I am still alive”
posted by Untamed Mind at 2:18 AM
2 Comments:
I like the second half of this poem very much, especially its images of flickering and faraway things, and the way it ends with a softly whispering rhyme.
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