Breath of Sight

The voice weaving through the air
A whisper of penetrating concern
Familiar and clearly new
A thread cutting deep to heal deep broad wounds

Eyes flicker over water
Moving ice in its too-bright, blinding haste
Cooling shadows wash the eyes
Breath lost to flooding now replaced by awe

Fine, brown strands drip as syrup
A sweet static stream following the curves
Down cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders
Seeping into the loose, deep blue below

Darkened by clear light, it clings
A close, thin, cloudless sky of woven thread
Seeds on winds softly collide
New white, bursting stars on the soft, strong height

Eyes at last rise and lock still
Welcoming liquid flame leaves crystalized
A cool dark tunnel centered
Leading to the essence of everything