To breathe

you can't claim
what isn't yours
but what isn't
you are the descendant
of stars
that died for you
their light still lingers
in your soul
even when tides
ebb and flow
from your eyes
the ancient glow
escapes your flesh
and remembers how
it was tears of gods
falling in the emptiness
and colliding with
the dark
how each tear shattered
and was thrown to
the infinite edges of existence
by love's gravity
and how memories
often become dreams
and how you dream
of deserts far from your tears
how you dream of letting go
of painful wants and fears
but most of all
of how to remember your
very first choice
in the here and now...

to breathe