To Breathe
To imagine a world, I put my pen on paper.
Grasping only what I know, I create something beyond.
If I hold on to what I believe in the light, I can know what I know not in the dark.
Things change and I become calm instantly.
Splatters of drops fall down to the thin tree.
In only short moments I find a deep meaning,
the rest I may not understand its saying.
Enthralled in the puzzle of the words,
is the easiest means for me to breathe.