breath

the first breath felt like you, awaiting me at sun, there's still so much to do, bearing weight of everyone, come late unto the feted hall, no matter then or now, in sunlight we are weightless all, we'll find a way somehow, through the bleak conspiracy, contemporary ills, then mitigate the heresy, with temporary fills, fissures between ancient stones, that could not keep this in, you're not left to want alone, it's now that it begins, as breath set free from stifling shroud, no longer is the way obscured, a single sigh on air wrought loud, at last the fisher's truth is heard...