LEJ, I seem to remember something about you writing a book. When it's puublished, I hope you tell us. I'd like to read it very much.
Between Breaths
The world breathes in and grows full. Ripe with life and love and inspiration, it dances and shimmers and sings. It dreams of great things, And it holds its breath because it doesn't want to go back to the way it was But it does because it must -- Nothing can remain that full forever The world breathes out The stretched out skin of a once greater thing goes slack It now knows emptiness and regret Death rides the exhaled breath It ravages those left behind It takes and will never give back The answer to the question "what's next" doesn't matter to those who remain "What's next" for them is another day in a world without love or inspiration A world with an empty, used up skin and memories of fullness And memories of breathing in and trying to hold onto that rich air, and losing it. Those left behind want that one breath back, And so the world, for them, does not breathe, But waits...