SIGHS:

In the breath of birth, I hear soft relieved sighs,

When mother first hears her new baby´s cries,

Child grows, leaves home & mother sadly sighing,

With them, taking her love, leaving her inside dying.

Oh for those saline sighs, of ocean´s whispering waves,

And those I hear on sepia pages, of old ancestral slaves,

Autumn´s echoing breath, in the dying rustling of leaves,

As they bid saddened farewell to their mothers, the trees.

The slight breathing of breezes, upon winter´s damp cheek,

As entering deep forests, my old soul, I do desperately seek,

Oh for those sighings of wild iced winds & winsome lost nights,

Of lover’s sweet breathings, claiming their lustful dark rights.

With the swooning silk sighs, under the warm nights of June,

Slight breath of bats wings, beneath magnolia-creamed moon,

And in the praying to God, humbled, in my last bated breath,

I feel gentle winged sighing, slight, in the soft nuance of death.