Jul 2017
She
is
fresh air,
and I
had
forgotten I
had not been
breathing well.
She
breathes the sunset
back into
me
and suddenly
things are vivid once again
She
is the cold
when the sun
and I
have fought until the night.
I
never thought
that one person could
make the stars seem trivial,
but now I know,
even the stars
wonder about
her.
is
fresh air,
and I
had
forgotten I
had not been
breathing well.
She
breathes the sunset
back into
me
and suddenly
things are vivid once again
She
is the cold
when the sun
and I
have fought until the night.
I
never thought
that one person could
make the stars seem trivial,
but now I know,
even the stars
wonder about
her.
Our Thousand-Mile collection is getting full!
Another poem with JAC! His are italicized!
Another poem with JAC! His are italicized!
