An Innocent Breath

An Innocent Breath

              for Paul Jackson 6 July 1973 – 1 August 2009

 

Into an ugly world was breathed an innocent breath,

uncontained by boundaries of life and death,

floating on air like an ethereal sail,

elevating all who would take time to inhale.

 

Now the breath is extinguished but the air lingers long,

in the dance of a child’s eyes, or a blackbird’s night song,

in his beloved nature my brother is now clad,

in the words of his mother, a rogue of a lad.

 

It was my absolute honour to have shared some of his time,

haunted by his wisdom, lit by his sunshine,

he escaped through dreams into a wine glass bay,

he’ll be forever in my thoughts simply waiting to awake.