Kneeling in dusty grass,
I lift my eyes to the sky —
Cirrus stroking azure,
Mirroring the waves below;
The wind breathes
Across it all

Arms wide, I breathe it in;
Yet, the only breath I desire —
The one given to me —
Is gone, snatched,
Thrown beyond
A horizon bruised.

Buried beneath hill,
Hidden by stone and soil,
Flower and grass alone stand vigil,
Forgetting their own charge
As time recedes
And memories decay.

For lost half-moments,
And long-forgotten hours!
Would that these skies and seas
Would give these things
So trifling precious
Back to me.


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