Breathes Different
The air breathes different here
It tastes like countless sunsets
And handfuls upon handfuls
Of nights glaring at the moon
Sitting on a lap, in a rocking chair
I think back often, about this air
I hope to feel it in a memory again soon
The air breathes different here
Fresh cut diamond grass
And newly opened whiffle balls
Red, yellow, orange leaves fall
I remember this air as always having a ball
I could use a breath of this air
When I’m not feeling up for it all
The air breathes different here
It fills me with the joy
Like the good boy’s face brings
The way he smiles, you’d say it sings
The way he smiles, you’d say it sings
When he fetches the frisbee for the umpteenth time
Tail waging, eagerly asking for more
Play and play and play again,
’til we pass out on the cool wooden floor
The air breathes different here
Especially at higher speeds
It crackles thru the open gaps in the windows
Here, smiles arrive with ease,
Here, smiles arrive with ease,
The erratic humming,
It lightly sands the surface of my face
I don’t think anything matches
The true serenity of this place
The true serenity of this place
The air breathes different here
When your breath interferes with mine
Wiffs filled with lilacs and lavender
Catch myself thinking about
Catch myself thinking about
Clearing more time to put you in my calendar
I take deeper breaths, and skip some too
Feels so right, sharing this air with you
The air breathes different here
When I’m not anxious about the world
Or fulfilling my full potential
Or self-conscious of people scanning me
For superficial prestigious credentials
The air breathes different here
When my neck takes it’s final bow of the day
And collapses on my pillow
The air breathes different here
Dream of sleeping under a breezy willow
Tree and dream a dream of things unseen
The air breathes different here
When I open my eyes
To my surprise the air is still breathing
Or am I to it
Or am I to it
Lungs expand and contract
Carrying out, life’s living contract
To empty out and fill up with air
What a dumb thought, I think,
To empty out and fill up with air
What a dumb thought, I think,
As I’m caught in a stare
Hoping I find new places today
Where it breathes a lot and a little bit different out there
Where it breathes a lot and a little bit different out there
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Love this, the lilt, the repetition all of it seems,yes, to be breathing.