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Sighs
I've been so awed by what I saw,
Creation's canvas fine,
That I lost track of all but sight,
And certainly lost time.
But more than words communes those sights
That make my pulserate rise.
I filter awe through wordless breath
In long and happy sighs.
On lazy summer afternoons
When body was at rest,
When I relaxed to read or write,
Had done my very best,
For all those times when all was well,
With all those joyous cries,
I exhaled quiet, perfect peace,
Just audible as sighs.
I've been so tired I could not make
Another step or climb.
I've been too anxious waiting for
Bad news that took its time.
When all those things assailed my soul,
For all those sad "Goodbyes",
I know I must have breathed my pain
In pure and soundless sighs.
Though good or ill the sighs did spill
Into each breath of air.
That image wrought with sighing sought,
To emphasize with care.
The love or pain the loss or gain,
Elude me and dissarm,
When I recount life's sweetest sighs,
While lying in your arms.
....and what makes a sleeping baby smile,
and what makes it sigh,
and all of this will become worthwhile.
Some sweet, fine day,
you will know.........WHY.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !
Someday you will know just how much he loves you.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !