breathe, breathe,
inhale the aroma
the bitter barbed
the gentle without wings
breathe, breathe,
the silence required
the answers searched
in empty pockets
breathe, breathe,
the anger consumed
the choice not taken
the basket half full
breathe, breathe
the choices once made
the crossroads disturbed
resting in dreams
breathe, breathe out
the words unheard
to souls desperate
and statues with ears
breathe, breathe
into night
to another day
Roger Singer 