With Each Breath

I bend on bruised knees.
I'd bow if I may muster the strength it would take to look away,
for even a fraction of a moment.
To say, "I Love You", would be like saying, "I could use oxygen."
My heart has turned a lovely shade of black and blue;
where it once was vacant and unused.  
To say, "I've fallen," would be stale words, untrue.
For a fall happens quickly, often involuntarily, causing a rise of emotion that plummets in comparison to flying.
On wings I soar through skies leant by the wind and air you supply.
I mutter these words under solemn breaths. I pray they meet your ears. The tides of my life have been constant. And each passing wave that may crash upon my shore, I praise. For whether the waters be calm or awake my ship has yet to sink.
The masterfulness of you I have not forgotten, for I see your presence often. In the darkness of the night, serene mysteries are revealed when illuminated by you. The Stars become you. In the light of day, watercolored skies feed life to my hungry soul.
With each breath, I praise.
With each day, I praise.
With each lesson learned and humbling mistake, I praise.
Thank you for walking with me on these winding roads I step graciously.