I don't need you
to make me happy,
but I want you here
to help me breathe,
to chase away notions
that lovers and fools
fall from the same tree
like dried leaves
on dead branches.
You bring welcome light
into shattered darkness,
illuminating corners
so long abandoned.
And, without our dreams
everything changes
from mirages to dust
with each cold breeze.
You keep the pulse
of my fantasies
and I only want you
to help me breathe.
5/5/09
'You keep the pulse of my fantasies and I only want you to help me breathe' I am left breathless its awesome! ! ! ! -10 anjali
Absolutly beautiful poetry Viola....you draw the reader into your scene...Fi 10+++
that is what friends and lovers are for to help us breathe... and in the end they make our day easier... good job. Becca
I adore this poem. Breathing is never as simple and habitual as it is made up to be.10/10
I wear your breath on me all day I wonder if they notice I smell different [Orange Geometry]
You bring welcome light into shattered darkness, illuminating corners so long abandoned. ----------- Great flow of words here. So touching lines with fine imagery! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is another one of your strong works. 'lovers and fools fall from the same tree on dead branches' This image brings to me a big crack. Then as dreams and fantasies merge to me as one, it makes Breathe the best title ever. 10 Karin Anderson