BREATHE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIGXDewTT2o
Your love is a breath, like natures air cleaned through bending
branches and leaves, that filter impurities, and make love
with molecular precision, that in turn breathes new life back into me.
Your breath flows like love into my breath with rhythms.
Rhythms that hit me like a total molecular change
within nerves and branches, nerves and branches that bend and swing
as air flows accross, being filtered by the hand of God.
And your breath dances in rhythms, rhythms and movement
that say more than words. Words that simply move volums of air
within atmospheric pressure. Your dance is my breath.
and with itÕs rhythms, bends my leaves
as my branches reach out to hold you.
And your hands create dances, with every breath they take.
They move with grace, as they adjust the molecular rhythms
of my heart and my soul. A soul that needs your breath,
to sustain life within me.
A soul whose rhythms that, though eventually dance alone,
still needs the spark of your rhythm, to fulfill it’s very movement.
paul adams
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This is a poem/song from my favorite album IN THE LAND WHERE I COME FROM. I’m so lucky to make a living w/ music having 100 million streamers on Pandora. But, this album…my favorite… gets little notice. However, it remains my favorite and so often things you feel are wondrous just don’t get noticed. BUT, it helps me strengthen my belief in it based on my artistic whim rather than attention from outside myself.