Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

May your love for me be likethe scent of the evening seadrifting inthrough a quiet windowso i do not have to runor chase or fall... to feel youall i have to dois breathe.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.