Everything in

your first

morning breath

surrenders

yourself

to who and

what you

love.



I can sense it.



in the wink

of the eye

the touch of

your hand,



the falling of

your eyes

to someone

you care

about.



they are

the moments

that

baptize

your day.



you are

a giver,



a sacrifice

to the holy

meaning in

this upside

down shadowed

world.



and a

daydream

for me

would be



just to  sit

and talk

with you

this blessed

morning ...



and let

the universe

pass us

by,



let our

heartbeats

leap between

each other's

heartbeats

and be

perfectly

in tune.



and never

care for

a moment

to ever

jump back

on that

carousel of

this world

again.



instead just to

sit and listen

to your stories

to catch wind

of your

jelly bean

smile now

and again,



to hear

your laughter

fill your

sky.



and I know

everything would

be better.



I can feel it.



because I

am certain,



you are

the pieces

of me



and I

to you...