BREATHE LIGHTS Dying we can breathe light, as life rushes through the house, stampeding elephants power, into a quiet moment. Quiet fear, feeding the open air rustling, whispers of the plants of the garden, Sleeping as we dig the hole dog you stand noble and awake, A thousand points of light, just out of sight, Fill your face as we turn blinking in our sleep for a few breaths, and turning once more, you slip beneath the silver skin of the lake running 'roo long into the free night at the distant milky warm light humming peace as birdsong flies in to build the curling pathway white sunny walk to the water, thin membrane of another world close With love, dear friend, breathe light.