The rain’s coming down in hot snowflakes
as I stand in the center with my arms spread,
and my tongue sticks out catching the flames.

My eyes close and I am there in your head;
we run through fields under cotton candy clouds,
projecting tranquil shade wherever we roam.

And the rain outside is making my hair wet
as I take a breath for you and then another,
just like I had in those days of yesteryears.

I breathe in this breeze known to me
and send this fresh wind back to you,
so that now you can share mutual air.

*Breathe …