The Sweetness of a Breath Today

I'll tweak these dreams while I'm awake
and strain from them what I may take

My flesh gives not what does my heart
and the conflict there pulls me apart

While the toil of life does grate away
like blasted grains of the desert sway

We embrace the beauty of decay
and the sweetness of a breath today

I reach behind me towards the start
this case gives way before the heart

So I sail these dreams down to their wake
finding less and less what I may take


7/11/06