Exhale

One last breath

Over the sticks of time

The frost paralyze the lungs

One last breath

One last blink

The shield is exhausted

The movement loses its scent

One last blink

One last teardrop

The waves sink into the blue

The earth spews out the rain

One last teardrop

The teardrop dries up

In the last blink

With the last breath

Exhale

The grave of emotion

The solid blessing

grows above soils,

pedals of grass

connect …decay.

Lost image behind

an unwelcome guest;

Starve an emotion

Breathe a memory

Broken with a complete skill;

Strides toward the finish

but run back

to the start.

The wind dances,

The skin drinks memories,

The pores give birth

To those eyes through a clear

movement in the stillness;

Safe lines within emptiness

yearn to a heavenly tune

to carry flesh to isolation.

Spirit molds tears

Decorates a bit of loneliness

Count the leaves that stick

to the edges

Refuse drops of reality

Scream with the soil

Chock on an emotion

Spew out eternity

Revive what is broken

Connect

Run

To the finish

Words within Words

Warmth.

A smile

melts on the ground

of spring’s bloom  

and birds break into

winds that fly

into feelings

that give the sky

some clouds

with blue blush

and a scent of youth

to awake

the flowers

so they dance

with time.

“Everything seems to flow like water in a stream or like the stars settling in their perfect shapes; but I have to break the clarity and close my eyes and make dreams out of nothing. I need to shine without the reflection of the sun; I must go into a path that has not been born. I must let go of who I am.”

Create myself

from emptiness

 into a mold to fit

shapes that decorate

the wall

that will break and we

start building all over again;

Life is like a wall

filled with scars

marks and smudges

and today will be the mark

of my forever day

when I let go

broke my past

into stones

to build my future;

The day when

I made tears

refresh my story

and create a new season

where life grows

backwards and sings

to trees about forever glory

and time stands

still and green mixes

with blue.

“I keep my faith burning to guide me so my heart won’t vanish into the wilderness and my hope won’t grow to torture. I keep my faith alive to keep my eyes from draining and losing power. I feel peace when I imagine like a welcoming serenity of prayers.”

A birth instant;

A life’s thrash

mixed with a

tranquil death

song.