Breath

Breath Silent, hidden in dark shadows place, I bide... waiting... waiting for my time. In repose, when weakest I shall rise, your soul to embrace in natures way. Breath a gift of life sustaining need, breathe deep... breathe long... it may be your last. Every breath is life... inhale...exhale, to steal the next or the last may be. I wait in place shadowed counting beats, for each is mine and I hold them close. Every pulse holds my purpose at bay, single moments pause will loose my bonds. Dwell not on days that will never be, you'll know... when I steal your breath away. Robert Gene Stoner Jr 6/22/16 © Form: Blank Verse Nonameter