Final Breath

From the jaws of the final beast,
To the worlds beyond soaring winds
from the faint blush cheeks
to thee lips stained lucid blue
from the race , every beat of the heart
to the absolute stillness and cold silence

but the flowers bloom with the last breath,
and soft winds whisper your name hereth
come sails a voice within our quiet surrounds
when we drink of the deep mystic cup
To tell us thee's befriended heavens
and would come visit us in thou hearts.....