FIRST BREATH

Fabrice B. Poussin

The dust comes alive with the world’s new born
Snuggled in soft cotton of white and silk
Slight motion eye lids hesitate
In slow deep awakening

Arms shake off the numbness of the night
Into the door fresh of Autumn morn’
Delicate feet barely floating
She puts on her daily life

Sparks remnants of her nightly dreams escape
To hide in the folds of the sensuous drapes
There patiently to await the signal
When she will exhale the exhausted hours

They will contemplate her every moment
Until again time comes upon them and she
To reconcile into the realms only she knows
Up above, and beyond all perception of real

For now, her hand on the frame of what awaits
Her breast seems to glow with the beats
Of a boundless heart, as her breaths
Precious of pearls and diamonds enchant

Light in the day she wears, the sky in her eyes
Softly bid hello to a world that knows her entire
The complicity of all things reminds them all
It is time to mean, again, to her, to live

Now it awaits, dwelling in the waves of the butterfly
Calm, preparing a surprise as only it can
So her return will be in celebration, a fete
When she will shed a burdened shroud.