to burst the heart

naught moves the light is soft and does not blind
the air is still as if waiting for some sign
beyond us now the clouds seem almost kind
the day is cool but still exquisite fine
i lean backwards i know i have too much
to do this day too much to think about
i know i need a soft and loving touch
what whirls about my mind i know is doubt
air of this land for once does not have weight
it does not stifle at the peak of day
i know that what i fear is not my fate
though nerves it seems are always wont to fray
the time has come to choose or rise or fall
the powers at last will come when once i call