Breathe Light

the gray of the day
has come to me
I swoon, I see, you see
me, as I was
in yesteryear's yarns and woolly slumber
I open my eyes to every now
and then I am back
then, I mutter
my world is indistinct
and each awakening is shallower still
until I realize
this life is already fading from me

so what to do
what world to see
to stuff it all in
like food into obesity
how to force life to be fullness
without obsession
with fullness and fairness,
sparkling eyes dancing over a silver sea
and joy
how?

begin

and in the end
we are hitchhikers in this universe
just that
silly
sublime
lost
lazy
and each deep breath we take
galloping
each breath we make
doing
fires golden sunbeams
that haven't aged a day
since the world
and the world that made the world
began

into yonder window
our breath must go
breathing, not gasping
smiling, not panting
the thrust and shudder of our lives
coming to its seed
we breathe ourselves anew
and joy
if we can only stop
and breathe the breath
which breathed us
light and the night
shining
within
once more