Like a fish out of water
Rest the morals of truth within our world
Drawn the conscience with reasons of justice and mercy
We seek a lesser calling in our hearts; not a limelight of positive energy rays
But ultra violet blushing as a peach upon the checks of our skin; face & bottom
The gentleness of the wind travels further than our thoughts & desires.
She measures our will with lifespans, yet we barely notice her;
The breeze, she comes and goes as she pleases.
We feel her there and then not, as life fills in the spaces between us.
Although we are filled with the air in our lungs, by the minuet of a second,
It kisses our soul; our spirit is at peace within as it pulls it’s last breath, pulling of oxygen leaving our temple- our bodies to decease.