I Breathe Poetry Poem by RIC BASTASA

i confess, i am the master
and i am asleep for years and years
because the curse is there hiding my name
in the tomb of fear and shame

i am the master who has not used the power
of words for years and years because
my tears were frozen
inside my eyes and i have not tasted salt
inside the niche that was built for me

now you come into my life like the winds
of the spring bringing me the flowers
and the rain and the sound of the river
and the songs of the little birds

the hush of your sorrow has given me rebirth
from the deep sleep.

i am the master, and i wake up with words
buried inside my lips. Now i breathe poetry

inside your nostrils, and you too become alive.
come hold my hand, and our shadows fuse as one.