As leaves shrivel brown
15 February 2016
Rasping breath
I barely control
Life inches
Away slow
As I gift its every glow
Consumption my deed
Waiting death
She pays never heed
To self-pity
Her mouth grim
Her face marble as eyes swim
Serendipity
We once could
Be token of hope
Building light
Heart of might
I stumble more than I cope
With weight of wording
Literal
Prose and poetry
Woven bright
Through the night
The wand of age old wisdom
Words raising kingdom
Emerging
Two towers creep slow
From sands’ depths
Into skies
They bring truth where there were lies
End blood spent in waste
Burning trees
Within my bosom
Speak of fires
And wasteland
Oxygen for volcanoes
Disrupt blood and air
He whispers
Of breath that will cease
His hand soft
His cheek gaunt
His very touch daily taunt
As leaves shrivel brown
Reading of the poem:
Pergolesi – Stabat Mater (complete/full) – Nathalie Stutzmann & Philippe Jaroussky
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
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