Eric Cockrell

Tis Breath, Then.... (Part Two) - Poem by Eric Cockrell

tis breath, then...

(and still spirits dormant in the night,
leaf, stone, branch, river...
forgotten ants, snails, and crickets,
spiders with infinite webs.
the wolf's howl in waiting,
the owl perfectly still.
worms working silence,
the wings of small birds...
waiting, waiting, waiting...)

tis breath, then...
carrying the plague of war,
deep into the ignorance.
walls built of fear,
and the hunger that devours.
draining color, caged, and panting...
breath crying out for breath,
sorrow unto sorrow...

but tis breath, then...
that forming tongues of soul and spirit,
that falling like passion scented rain,
binds darkness unto darkness,
holding sound in echo's palm.
that rises to the fall,
and falls to the rising.
swallows distance with intimate longing...
calling forth stars and moonlight!

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  • (8/28/2012 2:06:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, walls of fear will always be built,
    one day the world may change, but until then, they
    will be built.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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