Being Alive

Your breath speaks to me with its brightness with its dance — the words of the breath of a hot flame, in the freezing cold. — With warmth you speak to me. With your measured melody with high and low notes woven together you sing. You sing in my deepest ear far from the reach of the roaring of storm and blizzard. You speak to me with the whisper of each breath of yours in the air of the earth: in my being...