by David Dephy
Floating on the stream of your breath
listening to the sound of your breath
loving your silently deep look
your dawning presence in the darkest
hour of my apathy and disappointment,
drives me as a valley drives the winds,
I can feel the heart of the wind, it sings
deep within me, showing me myself
naked and free – the heart of the wind
is purple, is crimson and golden, like royal
calmness had fallen on the kingdom of
heaven, kingdom of earth – your breath.
- Share this Poem:
ABOUT THE POET ~
DAVID DEPHY -- The trilingual American award-winning poet, novelist, multimedia artist. Founder of Poetry Orchestra. The 1st place winner of THE ARTISTS FORUM Poetry Award in New York City 2021, the winner of the Finalist Award in the 2020 Best Book Award National Contest by American Book Fest, the winner of the 2019 Spillwords Press Poetry Award and the Finalist and Shortlist Winner Nominee of the Adelaide Literary Awards 2019/2020 for the category of Best Poem. Named as Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, Incomparable Poet by Statorec, Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily. He lives and works in New York City.
Last updated September 04, 2022