Breathing Me

The light of the morning is gentle against the song
The tides trace and caress the shore

The haunting melody assaults my being
I can feel it inside my body
It is almost unbearable as it pumps my blood

My soul is in high tide
Something is breathing me into existence

The panels of light radiate across the horizon

I oscillate in the refracted light

I don't know whether to let go or hold on

Indecision is dissolving into decision

I am not afraid of the poet's destiny
I am compelled by it

Something is breathing me into existence

There is a ladle pulling me into the forever

I am between the local and nonlocal

There is a sweet voice singing to me

It is the light of the beacon
I can feel the telescope of the song

There is nothing that can restrain my peace

Something is breathing me into existence