The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
by
M A Heathcote
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?
Because I feel like a cave of emptiness
Because I feel like a void of loneliness
As though I were a sea of cold insurrection
Carried on a soul with no earthly direction
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?
Oh daughter of the wind, sweet siren of the reef
Don’t ever forsake me in this entrails loathe grief
To this stale wall of desolation
To this empty shell of my hearts abnegation
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?
O if I call you like the moon on the sea
Want you change your tide back to me
O want you listen to the harp call of my heart
And let its music cheer you in an ancient dark
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me my hearts true breath?