Monday, February 20, 2012

a promise.

My last breath will be given back
to the one who gives it to me.
Every day till then
I will wait, I will see you.

Every morning,
let the words that catch my breath
not fall to the ground empty,
but make me come alive,

and let the brightness
of the likeness of your nearness
speak on my behalf, show me, wake me:
I have nothing else.