A Poets Last Breath
Posted by arthenn on March 23, 2008
“A Poets Last Breath”
Simple and smooth
as the gift
of the poets pen.
Resting upon
the arch of his hand.
His eyes thrive,
not whats in front of him
but what his mind sees
inside the echoing halls
of whispering thoughts,
words resting peacefully
upon his last living breath.
The crossroads of life
lying in the shadows
of each word written.
The creation
of what the poets
mind feels
before death
we see it written.
The image of romance
embraced by love
captured by emotions
not forgotten.
A poem written
for the one he loves
Not spoken but whispered
in the mind of his lady
as she reads the words
written by the love
of her poets hand.
Copyright Arthur Henn 2008
