Whispers

How long

will we try to hold this down?
it whispers every time we turn our heads
that it wants to fly;

Some thing taking in hand

it's own self,

 says "enough, I'm fully awake.

 I am flinging off this coat, I'm done
with it's weight.

(you 

have left me undone.)

 I'm 

going to the top of the mountain."

each breath along the way just

inhale, exhale,
taking in, letting out, again and again and again
so empty, competely full,
all the way to the blinding white

past the blue
with a smattering of stars in the background.
(...was that a whisper I heard just now;)