Oh, to feel my breath
inside of what
has not been touched in years
by the breezes I find,
as if meant
to be
my air.
After the sunset fades,
I cannot express
how it feels to have
your heart broken in two
and for days hear a song
that still loves you
in the morning.

Flying straight through the tinted glass
I hold on tight
to the place I know
is standing in the distance.
In search of one,
whose notions move into shadows
loyal to an army of water
that sits backs and looks at every word
as if
it is an ocean
of a single heartbeat.

I sing this song in my heart
with my eyes closed,
never bitter,
but you know that.
I hold no shame of the memories
held dear,
their touch whispers
like a smear of warm sun
promising not to forget
what it searches for.
Smiling into eternity’s cup,
I begin to write.

I write of dancing in the windows
where the sun and moon
are uninhibited
as they drink from the air
of unmeasured words.
A place where the only thing I wish for
is a glimpse of flowers
that will push the thoughts of waiting
for my heart to break
in two
….away.