Bottle

If I could
Bottle your breath
To take for myself

Like melodies in a song
Which wander between
Shaking wafts in the air

Could be trapped,
Caught and written down
Folded and filed

If I could
Bottle your breath
O Lord

So I could breathe
When breathless
And live
When lifeless

I could unfurl the pages
And my fingers would
Make melody again

Just as good,
Just like first time
My ordered sound
Perfect tuning

I bottled your breath
Caught your Spirit
And when I was dead
Alone and cold

There was  nothing in
My clean glass tomb
Stale air

But if I had never left
Each word you spoke
Would be perfect life

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