Sanctity Of Breath

Pained now my love, I turn my thoughts to thee, The sun has fell extinguished by the sea, I hold thy name, forever on my tongue, That breath denied, setting fire to my lungs; Prevailing all, the sanctity of breath Which fuels the heart, lest ever we forget, And struggling for each new breath to come My heart enflamed by each and every one. So low I stand beneath the tower's height; So blind I am against the beacon's light, Those faithless thoughts my hot impatience bore Coarse floating wrecks that break against the shore. So still I wait, an old forgotten tale! So still I wait to see thy single sail! While I stand frozen heedless of the day Those cold winds come to steal my breath away. But with a faith borne witness by the sea That shattered hull designed with certainty, Within its grief, destruction of its parts, Is heard that beat, the mainstays of its heart! Hope that slept but then climbed the tower's height, Eyes that wept but looked through the blinding light From the east the moon rising soft and pale Obliquely casts the outline of thy sail.