Breath, Song

Birds are singing a new song outside this morning.
It is gentle and fragranced with hope for a forgiving existence.
I am lying in my bed thinking how much more I would like this day if I could feel the tickle of your hair on my chest as you listen to the drum beat of my heart.
I have always loved how the start of the day sounds through the whispers of your breath.
Somehow, one breath on my pillow just loses the rhythm of life’s song.
It becomes a day draped in a wounded life symphony.
Breathe with me.