Traveling With The Breath. The Boy (Part I) Poem by Elena V. Moonray

I breathe in loneliness…
I hold it… I feel it for a moment…
I breathe out love…
I breathe in the pain of disconnection from my loved one…
I hold it…I feel it …
I breathe out love…
Right to the world…right to the sky… right to the face
Of my
Asian
Lover

…I am beginning to see a face of a little baby-boy,
He was just born in a large family…far, far away in Vietnam;
He is naked, unprotected and open to the skies …
He does not know yet
What’s waiting for him in this big world…
…But he knows his family loves him dearly
And whishes him well…

…I breathe in the fear of unknown…I breath out love
…I breathe in family hopes and expectations…
I breathe out love…
Right to the sun…right to the stars…
Right to the face
Of my
Beautiful
Asian
Lover…

…Now I see that little boy two years later…
He enjoys playing outside with baby pigs…
He is happy and he feels loved…
What are you dreaming of Chau baby, what are you afraid of? …
..I breathe in a fear of disapproval …
…I breathe out love…
I breath out love…I breathe out love…
Right to the sun… to the stars…
Right to the face of my Asian lover…

…Then I see a boat and a scared family with a little boy,
The youngest son of the woman’s sister…
They are going to escape from Vietnam,
where there is war, death and no future for them…
They are scared of getting lost and dying in the ocean,
As so many did before and after
On their way to being free…
But they have hope, lots of hope…
And their hope guides their ship through the storm…
They are hugging their boy; they are smiling and cheering him…
They don’t want him to feel their fear…
They are doing it all for him, so he will have a happy life
And realize his full potential;
So that he will become a rich and successful man,
With a pretty wife and kids
For all of those, who could not make it…
They want him to always feel loved...
They' never let him down...

I breathe in the fear of death…I hold it…I feel it… I breathe out love…
I breathe in the pain of disconnection from the loved once…
I hold it…I feel it… I breathe out love…
I breathe in the fear of making wrong choices…
I breathe out love…I breathe out love…
Right to the sun…right to the stars
…Right to the Buda face
Of my Asian lover…

…I want him to feel loved…
I want him to know how to make me feel loved
and never let me down!
I need your love, boy!

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