BABY’S BREATH

Quiet narrow streets of cobblestone

Brick and mortar

Moist with blood of revolutions past

Giant golden leaves

Litter the cold slab

In mourning of winter’s approach

Peace echoes

Tolling bells

Remnant of lost tribes

God

Ever vigilant

As dawn breaks the ebb of darkness

Love

Vibrates in animation

Within warm walls of hope

A new day

Beckons with azure shock waves

The road leads to nowhere

Hidden path

Defies logic

Cool underground streams

Flowing gently

Toward shimmering sacred pools

Large black crows

Super sized

Bleating

Sound similar to an infant crying

Swirling lavender haze

Gently teasing my virgin nostrils

I am alive

In vibrant multi color

Graffiti

Adorns stucco barriers

Like primitive billboards

Hawking testosterone

Elderly German couple

Floating along

Arm in arm

Oblivious

To the crouching Tigress

Lurking in the shadows

Roses

Sweet

Feminine wonder

The world stops

So I can breathe

My aching lungs

Fill with fragrant vapor

I change

Sometimes so quickly

It blurs my blind vision

Such perfect union

My hollow center engorged

Serene deluge

In pristine abundance

Restless spirits

Calm

As words expire

Assuring Holy Spirit

Reverent resuscitation

I revel in the solitude

Her delicate hand

Cups mine

Like liquid in a glass

Together

We drift on clouds of Baby’s Breath

Joined forever

In this magical moment

Fractured hearts

Mend in polarized motion

All is well again

And ever shall be

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005