We have a wild, sweet life.
We consume it ‘til we’re dead -
maybe laugh through silence,
maybe sleep in our bed.
We are born shining,
from a womb crimson red.
But who needs answers
to live today anyway?
(Our blood’s still hiding so
we live today away.)
Let’s be kind. Let’s be real.
We unlock and we close.
We are heart valves half-open
inside ourselves.
We’re a storm. We’re a spark.
We’re a living flame.
We're a real quick ache
remembering its name.
And who can count
the universal stars?
Who needs the lights to align?
We’re a flicker in the dark
but the stars are divine
eternally, eternally -
eternally divine, eternally,
eternally, eternally.
A breath is wild.
A breath is sweet.
A breath is ours to complete until
it finishes like a book -
with maybe a little beauty?
Oh! With heaps and heaps of beauty,
with heaps, heaps of beauty.
Hearts give a vow
to hold us till closure,
to walk with us while
they hold a door open.
Waiting, waiting, they’re listening,
beating while we live. Singing -
Life is wild. Life is sweet and
she ends like a book.
But for now, it is ours to keep.
For now, she’s ours to keep.
And she is just a little beautiful -
just so so beautiful.
She’s beautiful, so beautiful -
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
‘cause the stars are eternally divine.
Oh! the stars are eternally divine.
So don’t make it heavier
then it must be.
Breath isn't forever, but
she still sets you free.
K8 Newman