BREATHE EASY

Temptation is filled by an illusion of security that is slowly trekking through these remembering eyes. A single note of music enters the silence and blinds it. Lower the eyes reced into darkness before emerging into song. Thirsting for meditation overwhelms the senses. Cut up images of strange yet familiar travelers crowd the unfacing wall. Assuring words slip into the expanding process of thought as the mind avoids a slow step. Peace with the path called exsistance is welcomed and studied. The name Burma is constantly on my tongue and in my head. Interviewing a future occupation in a parallel mist of life, a knowing tune is heard through the doors separating two lights. Repeating that single note upon the silence triggers dejavu and the face becomes optamistic. ECHOES stir the postion of TIME and again peace is somehow felt. Relaxation consumes the soul and a cliche moment occurs instantly. Her smooth tan skin will soon be seen and the touch of her mouth onto my neck will come with those drops of Burgandy. Dripping into our waiting selves, the wine will release our statues of consciousness. Turning colors cloud the transparent skyline. A year of curiosity in lovers exile will be broken down in a reflection of Berlin and falling back into oneness and salvation cures the stain of regret. Breathe easy my lost comrades of the South. Breathe easy my lost travelers under the distant desert sun that consumes the Holy Land. Breathe easy my lost and closely remembered friends of that summer mountain. Breathe easy my lost mates of turmoil in that winter of Albright. Breathe easy my lost years of youth, which have been spent searching and learning.