Only they are only breath
These words come from my source
My brief light of granted heart
The spoken commands of my immortality
With wings and feet that move
Rhythmically, and tenderly
I dance for a crushing altar of love
A circle of soft understanding
A smooth flowering grass
Of the best little breaths I ever had
These words come from the universe
Before they were mothers without children
Devoted to friends, these words sing on
After we are all gone, so be it
It’s not of use to fret of acts that were never had
I nearly died for imaginary things before
Only they are only breath
These words that dangle carelessly
Across the shooting distance of quick years
My dreams they fold at least in purple
A handkerchief around your timid gifts
I was sent to you to give you companionship.
Photography Credits: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Burn-it-Down-II-375988008
Wuji Seshat 
I nearly died for imaginary things before… the existential poet, write on