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.