On a Sparrow's Breath

Yesterday
when the moon rustled leaves 
on silvered trees
with the tender brush
of moonbeams;

when the breeze whispered
in sweet scented syllables
laid to rest upon my shoulders
and woven 
into delicate silk
with the fragile threads 
of my soul,

the farthest star
deep in the last galaxy
winked more grand
than Betelgeuse
and my heart answered
in a song
that drifted  
on a sparrow’s breath

softly sent
to you.



april 2006
Janet Reid



 
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