BREATH

You whispered one word
And it floated to me
On the breath of a dream.

It grew in my heart
And became a song
That I've longed to sing
Since that day I first cried.

The harmony that was there all along
Accompanies me as I take this path.

I will follow in the footsteps
Of those before me
Who have left no mark.

But the song will guide me
When I am blind in the dark
And return me to the road
That leads to the light
And eventually home,
The home that I wait for.

How long? How far?
How soon is soon?
These questions mean nothing.
It will be soon enough.

Tamyka Bell
18 August, 2004


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