Between,
the canvas of the universe;
stands time –
And between
the depth of our souls,
resides our dreams
and the silent screams
that tend to scare us
with doubts -:
Nothing is as real
as pain;
and so it is bound
to keep to keep us company
till death finally
remembers our
names –
Just live anyway,
release every bit
of your breath;
Meanwhile,
I’ll hold mine –
My lungs are still
fresh as new –
I haven’t been smoking
so I can still hold my breath
till God align the stars
according to the scars
we’ve suffered,
Oh Well -: