Wednesday, June 3, 2009


The last breath

holds me

takes me

releases me.

How much more can I say about

its far reaching impact.

In the face of pure beauty

all is forgotten,

forgiven and out-shone.

All that is left is one pure

moment, beyond the words

I fumble with,

to try and touch it.

Gifts tumble forth,

the fountain of eternal life

right in our midst

but so often unseen.

Open-palmed I look

into your eyes

close those eyes

and say good-bye


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