Raise

Your everlasting breath in mine
My world shared with the devine
I that ends while you restart
You the white horse, I the cart
Such subtle voice who hears this poet
Feeling every word however I shove it
While I break, you never can
Complex in mind yet pure intent your hand
Your precious command
Called free will
But alas that could never fall still
And on that day when I fall, Ill.
You'll take the hark and leave this drill.