Breath against my skin; watch me exhaling old love, inhaling pure love.
Breezy are the miles- that crisscrossed our love for years; finally, we’re still.
Calm days windy nights- listen to your soft voice hum; wishing you were here.
Sailing through the air; gliding with the winds of time; Eternal with God .
Holding on to life, then comes my final resting; taking my last breath.
~Daphne Knox McClain