Open me.
Not just the heart
but the all of me
so that when
I rise in the morning
the song of the birds
enters me and I am the song.
Let me meet the breeze
with even less resistance
than the dancing leaves
and let me feel how
I am the breeze.
Erase the word mine
from these lips
and replace it
with nothing.
Very nice, the way the closing captures that image that accompanies the poem.
The last stanza is the one for me that humanizes the poem, that approaches the threshold of longing, unlike the heart, the birds, and the breeze. It’s the necessary one to create a resonance that not only talks of the heart, but feels it.