Magpie Tales 96: Your Sleeping Heart

Image: Lee Friedlander, 1966 

Courtesy of Tess Kincaid 

shadows of you; of me

do you hear 

your name 

ride the wind, 

or see rain pelt 

each letter; 

have you 

sung the song 

of waking moments,

morning startled 

by opened eyes; 

do you know 

the blessing of pain

when it's gone, 

and heard the 

blue-glow serenity

of shallow breathing; 

have you 

felt the wind

become a breeze

before feathered

clouds on 

autumn's end; 

listen 

as I whisper 

memories of you

across your 

sleeping heart's 

ear...

Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker