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One Last Sigh

I brushed the fabric black fields
of heaven, ripping, a sliver of time
flashed lightning and unveiled
the universe speaking in one voice

With numbing relief I softly run
my fingers cross the firmament
feeling moments ripple in tune
with the song ringing in my bones

I sing with agony and pain
my only voice, I breathe in
bubbles of pure white light
but gasp with a tongue of hope
conversing in unspoken history

I can now carelessly stroll
cutting a swath through sheer will,
across memories rhymed to repeat
I softly tread filling my spirit
with the elation of joy and love

In memory ...

I look back at my footprints
wondering at the million moments
that will vanish on my last sigh
magnetic I gravitate to eternity

And now hands cross my face
as a second counted milli’s,
final gasps are heard in sleep
moaning in tune with the ache

Underneath tomorrow lays forever
trilling for my return to the fold
and collecting stars in my basket
I make stardust as your eyes stroll

My darlings,

You cannot follow
where I have to go
I love you into forever
it will always be so

With the standing greys
my spirit will shortly fly to rest
to see the face of the most holy
I will rest on a white doves breast

I am tired, so tired, I unravel undone
tumbling on forwards
paper fibrils flutter
I've now felt rapture in release,

I am numb and broken in body
falling forever into the night
my eyes are always blurred
as the dawn mourns its sight

reaching out of the dark of the vale
I will find my place in God’s Grace
under relief an earthquake will shake
I already miss your gorgeous face

with a last sigh I am unlaced ...

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Last few words: 
I was told tonight to share with you all the journey I am going through with my health ... its true I am not well but I am fighting till my last breath ... whatever happens I will write till ... then ... I wrote this one a couple of weeks ago I have done a far amount of work on this one and its just the beginning its not the end its just the beginnings of sharing this great journey of life we are all undertaking, everyday above ground is a good day big smile
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I love the imagery and the emotion in this piece, Jayne. I wished I have at least half of your talent but everyone is different, I supposed. Your poem inspired this.

Gathering smiles and laughter
I tried to offer them to the lost hearts
to wipe away the traces of sadness
and guide them to the path of joy.

There will be some that's left behind
or strayed away from my fingers
for they are too many that I have seen
and I am just a single man

Still I strived to bring them hopes
just to see them smile again
for when they did I felt so blessed
to be the who eased their pain

So when you sing in agony and pain
the dark melody of life in tears
let me be the song of hopes renewed
the melody of your strength and courage.

Love and hugs
Alid

Thank you Alid. I am so very sorry it took me so long to reply. Your beautiful comment is so appreciated

Much love J xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I would not change a word of this.
When someone writes from their heart of feelings they have then they are a kinda of purity that cannot or should not be changed.
Life's journey here will not end in pain it will end in eternal peace and unconditional love.
Here is a place to learn of all things, as to be in that special place where there is no physical form, there are many things that we cannot do.
Still I shall be in my cave long before you make that journey you talk of, I had better fill up the mini bar as I am sure you wont be wanting tea.
Take care young lady and know we are there with you always, Yours Ian xx

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Thank you Da. I appreciate your beautiful comment
I get lost in this sick body of mine from time to time

Love always Jaughter xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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