Bridge of Sighs

or gentlest air

last night I prayed to God, I under

airless was

drunk and gone

to your prayed out frame, and what

now at home below the dark sky

to call out desperate

impossible air

troubling eye

to cry  in a little

echoed

empty still gentlest

cedar, of sighs and I am through to

put this kiss of the heart back

on the ground,

your ground, endless run of air,

or the last we spoke

your so calmed

diurnal sprung

and I was just then happily ground,

kissed and sighed on a bridge the gentlest heart

and of all of its carefully scatter