Softly, I blow on tension-strands,
And sigh with the sway.
I set shivering a cathedral of light and windows-
Shards of air joined at silk seams,
Concentrated on a paper altar.
Camouflaged by the crumbled curtain
You pull your form away,
You hide dread eyes by shadow-night.
You and I, in mirror waiting,
Watch the world through captured breath.
We have thrown our web
And sit, a false debris,
Where you will find a lost soul
And wrap its struggling life away,
I will hope for inspiration,
Flecks and motes and light dazzling,
To tangle in my heart strings.
And where you will be nourished on
The life taken,
I will be nourished for the breath I lend.
Little lure, hide your eyes,
and I will leave you be.
In your church of air, I kneel
Where the mind and heart are free.
Danielle K Day