Bequeath

Bequeath of me and shed no fear
Even when the end is near
What light streams forth beyond the grey
To mark the passage of this day

No verse in verbs how rings in rhyme
Beyond the border of old divine

The sacred gift bequeath by heart
By scattered tears that have fallen, and now depart
To breathe and feel your sacred breath
A testament to love and love itself

Beside the warmth of the sacred flame
To feel the presence of your reign
Thy body is warm, where feelings swarm
Bequeath of me your sacred breath
And know thy hand and touch thyself