It is an ocean full of poems I have,
My ocean in my mind.
Today the stars have spoken to me.
I am in love
All over again with stars and dreams
Like the stars hanging over a darkened tree have once again begun to breath.
I fear their breathing.
I fear their life.
I fear living so full that another day
I might stop living all over again.
I know it is a trap.
In between the navel of the branches of the tree
Is a wholesome little
And I am staring at it
And I am staring at it.
And I am breathing cold warm air of memories un-lived..