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.

Music: I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston

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TREXPATTON's picture

....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 !

TREXPATTON's picture

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 !