When Will You Breathe Me Back? Poem by Mark Heathcote

When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me, my heart's true breath?
Because I feel like a cave of emptiness
Because I feel like a void of loneliness
As though I were a sea of cold insurrection
Carried on a soul with no earthly direction
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me, my heart's true breath?
O, daughter of the wind, sweet siren of the reef
Don't ever forsake me for this my eternal grief
To this stale wall of desolation
To this empty shell of my heart's abnegation;
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me, my heart's true breath?
O if I call you like the moon on the sea
Won't you change your tide back to me?
O, won't you listen to the harp call of my heart?
And let its music cheer you in an ancient dark
When will you breathe me back from the dead?
When will you meet me, my heart's true breath?