This is for the air that I breathe

and what it means to me.

Not something for the universe and how we’re killing it,

more on the lines of how I’d hold you and begin breathing in

holding your hair as I gaze in your eyes

thinking about our hands intertwined.

Whether we’re trotting through grasses

over on deer run or discussing what your favorite book is

at the spot called Barnes and Nobles.

Cross the road, your at pier one.

and that’s the answer to the riddle

that fools us everyday.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Simply, to earn his pay that day. 

 X2, To get to his job.

Through cars and traffic he weaved and bobbed

her job as a heroin, is to support us so who am I to try and stop her

the air support I need coincides with the air that I breathe.

Longing for the day I can save her

born to be the friend to her needs

born to excel and achieve. Young Prince Ali.

Ali wants; nah is in need of Air.

And that’s got the best of me b.

I’m used to being the one, who’s the supporting beam,

always my foundation same as with my creed.

The pedestal I’ve built beneath her

Ensured that I can believe her

And that her word be her bond

No wonder I breathe her!

No wonders when trust is in the Air;

Knowing that without it there would be much despair

and array. Too much to spare and far more to say.

Awaking each morning thanking god for the day

and another chance for I to feel her breath in reality

Air with I

I and She