Photograph by Serjio
Come softly as the breath falls low,
Sweetly in as with Love’s flow.
I wish no other now at last.
Three breaths I have.
Three breaths to the task.
One to leave as all I know,
The memories, paths, all left to go.
Forgotten moments still to breach
Many tremors left to tow.
Next to exhale as pure love
For all the beauty, the sweetness of
Each day, each moment that I knew,
That Lord, it was all, all completely You.
The last to Trace as lone Breath’s Grace
I catch the Wind as she leaves embrace.
This my own, my only one face
ever was true…in the days of this place.
Leave falling low
fall softly still
what find here is Hearts true will.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Susana Munoz