Until There’s Nothing Left to Breathe, a poem

 

I find it confusing

that the world does not

sigh with the passing

of light to darkness

That one rarely whispers

at the beauty of her sunsets

the luminescent dance

across the horizon at daybreak.

I want to drink in

the colors

rippling on the passing waves,

where the ocean reaches

toward its own mirage

a silent, wandering, watery desert

take me home…

I want to drink in

the rising ocean

of cloudless sky

to dip my toes

in the passing shades

of color

tripping in the wind

as night begins her silent call

in gentle song.

I want to drink in

the moonlit shadows

dancing on forgotten fields

to silently string a ray of hope

across the starry sky

I want to inhale

the essence of her beauty

every atom

every molecule

every whispered breath

held beneath my tongue

savored

sung out

arising in her glory,

but many will not notice

many will not notice

until there is nothing

left to breathe.

 

Both words & Image: © Sumyanna 2017