The Breath In Me

I thought I would something about my own being and my own spirit.

Light this fire in mine

The ages pass in endless time

Beating around the fence of grace

Moments bewildered, never displaced

Songs from a raven dressed in green

Focusing on words into waking dreams

Momentarily gaining insight through songs

Inspired by mind but for not too long

Classical scratching the years away

Flying planes overhead of night and day

A scratch from an inkwell by its own

No one to call upon our way home

Deliberately hearing the echoes in ear

Finally delivering the stones, never bare

Highlighting past insight on a page

Scrub out the marker written on rage

It sets in numbly like a splinter

Waiting here for the coming winter

Freeze these bones that seem to last

Haunting images of a distant past