I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

Death’s life should have listened to the moonly whispers of breathing in the coldest nights

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you...From the poem 'Only For You

Water is such a lifesaver into which we cannot breathe but without taking it into us we cannot live

Grammar is the breathing power for the life of language

His lone breaths- everywhere to be with himHope survives one more day, losing all fearWith the cold night's touch through shivered scheme,His new day reminds of another yearFrom the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)