Will you move me?

Will your dialect know no bounds?

Will you hold me?

Hold me
within.
I am an unwritten paragraph.
Will you be my ink?
Can my downfalls become our melancholy uprisings?
Can we fly beyond the imaginary rainbows and kiss the rain?
Can we look beyond diamond hypocrisies and simply make each other priceless?
My fantasy
is you.
My reality
is with you.
My dreams
are of you.
Each breath presents resuscitation.
For I am not your mask,
I am your lungs!
Mother Nature s oxygen has NOTHING on the air we breathe
From Yin/Yang swan dives and chocolate sunrises
Declaring amnesia to step aside!
We have an embedded dance to share!
Each dip and sway, removing corrupted solitude from your hair!
For I need no declarations to the world,
You are already in mine!

Standing upon edge of eagle s wing

I see a familiar, moistened fog.
My passive breath, ready to remove the sorrow
As I wonder
Will you remember me?
The word was imperfect
and broken half way,
before it took it's shapes.

Sentences were incomplete,

and some fragmented.
The paragraph was not whole,
Many words were squeezed out
of gaps between the two.
Pages became mutilated
Chapters were partitioned
and unable to close down
The book covered nothing,
nothing at all
words flew away out of
my own mind
recklessly, abandoned
in the heavy wind
I stopped seeking
the lost meanings of
words........
sentences......