If I had The breath....

If I had the breath

Would it do, to speak soft?

Calm and vanilla against your soul...

Reminding it what gentleness,

a simple whisper can possess...

Weaving barely audible devotion,

and unending possibilities

against the hollow of your heart...

If I had the breath

Could I remember how soft innocence feels?

Take it back and brand it upon your lips,

erasing fallen days past,

and promising dream filled dawns...

If I had the breath

Might it be possible for flower petals to speak?

Of how water rises and falls,

to the power of our gravitational passions...

Drinking from its vitality

with resounding declarations and blazing conviction...

If I had the breath

I'd smile graceful and beautiful...

In the smallest of moments,

with the brightest of faith...

Only my heart welling up with joy,

to radiate from my eyes...

I'd set alight the skies,

Fly with diaphanous wings blazing,

streaking the clouds violet,

to rouse the dawn to victorious hope...

If I had the breath

this might be more than dreaming

but i'm raining

and no one breathes under water...