yesteryear

sing that long forgotten rhyme
that warm breeze of breath
trailed by the romance of the yesteryear.
the melody that once came to me on treetops,
on meadows,
on crumbling boulders overlooking distant lands
has melted to a wisp of my own breath
dying fast on the cold winter air.
i smell traces of Your mystery
wrapped in the tenderness of great love
that is drenched in the sweat
of a night of great agony.
my bones ache for Your salt
to alleviate the pressure
of needing to be in unbroken enrapturement.
gather me under Your wings
for mine are weary with flight.

posted by jon havens