TRAPPING AIR

The air trapped between the creases on the corner of your eyes when you smile,

I never want it to escape.

Whenever it happens, time stops and takes a really long breath,

Fills her lungs from whichever hemisphere is in the depth of spring

And sings a song so sweet, so deep, so mesmerized with uplifting joy,

That I could cry and laugh all at the same time.

I pray every day to the way, the truth and the life

To bless you with infinite moments

Where you can tame the air itself to lie still between your patient ears.

 

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