BIRTH OF A BREEZE

BIRTH OF A BREEZE

She
slips between the grey leaves
and through the silently wheezing branches,
playfully whistling tunes
that lull these storms

She
glimmers in the darkened sky,
a weighty sigh
that escapes the lips of Divinity
and scampers into existence
on delicate wings of dream.
Still she is strengthened by the hopes,
the prayers that she inspires.

She
shakes off her radiance,
tiny granules of fairy dust
that titter away into the night,
one for each soul that sleeps here.

She,
is an obscurity that is unveiled only when
she smites at the heart,
clasped tightly inside the blue blazer
and the scalding tears that beat incessantly,
where I stand before my mother
inside Roque Cemetery.