Breathing is so necessary

So complimentary to the senses

It relishes the times when we can

And fans at the moments that complicate our presence

Simple as burning sage in the night

Has the breath I am missing eluded you tonight?

Deceiving the evening to pass me as a bystander

It floats away into a new realm

Decidedly so, it has become the morning and new hope is born

To become your idea, an antonym of scorn

The model of joy in a helpless plan

Which is the world we live in. 

Breathe.

 by: Albert Gomez