With My Heart Still Gently Breathing

When suffocated by my breathing,

When my heart failed beating

Everything is silenced by something.

Something pure, something soft and elegant,

Something…I feel flying towards me.

What can it be?

I can not see, I’m blinded by its serenity,

Blind as I already am.

 

With eyes closed,

I hear two gentle flapping wings

Painting my soul’s canvas with colours of faith and love.

Silent wings circling me,

Attaching its soul to my heart string.

With eyes closed,

My heart starts gently breathing.

I feel the breeze. Is soft, the sun is warm,

My hands are in yours,

We are as one.

 

With my heart  gently breathing

I start to hear the piano singing.

Yes. It is this, that something pure, soft and elegant

That has soothed my funeral march.

Now I can distinguish the light from the dark,

The trust from distrust,

Distinguish what can end from what can start.

 

With my heart gently breathing,

Yes , even in death

My heart can not stop believing,

I can still hear the piano singing.

Still, my eyes are open now.

 

With your white fingertips you gently touch my lips,

With your golden wings you give one softly embrace…

Dreaming? my soul asks.

No.

This empire of sweet and gentle kisses

Is too pure to fade and decide not to be real.

These eyes are too kind

And this heart is too connected with mine.

Death is not a dream.

 

With my heart gently breathing

The piano stops singing

But we are open for a new beginning.

I cling to your neck,

Your arms cling to my waist,

We spring into death…into our eternal death.

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

As I read this, I thought, these words could easily be lyrics to a song. You penned emotions beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

[Kat Collins]

Longing, desire, embracing...spoke to my heart, light and soft. Hope springs eternal in the sleeping breast of death. We wake to embrace our love, our light, and go gently into the night. Excellent...

[Bone and Brine]

Pretty deep. I love it. Keep up the good work, darling.

[Steph K]

Hauntingly beautiful. 'With my heart gently breathing" " The piano stops singing". Simple words fashioned in deep, meaningful lines. There is so much life to this poem! Emotion, beats, words. Magical.

[Jeremy Baker]

I like the longing and endless believing in this. Great work!

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Great irony! I was truly unsuspecting of the whole death aspect. "Death is not a dream." This was my favorite line. It carried such a powerful force, driving the poem into something dark, yet still remaining beautiful.
I would be lying if I said I have never felt the way the poem describes desire. I can fully accept and understand the embrace of a dark angel. There were a lot of connections made between the poems descriptions and my own life.
Great job.

[rose with love]

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