Oxygen

I threw away my mind,

left it on your doorstep. . .

told you to use it as oxygen,

while the organs in your body shut down.

Cause all I am is a thought,

so I gave you health with words & love,

and solitude showed up with a knock at my door.

I opened it kindly, for fear of being rude.

Solitude kindled a little fire,

which seemed familiar,

like something I vibrated to before.

But this time it grew bigger inside my heart,

inside my gut. . .

This is where I felt your purity,

birthing yourself anew.

This tree of life was always there,

growing every day. . .

and in myself I saw you too,

expanding from a life you once knew.

The magic is there,

she opened me up,

mother earth cradling me through the air.

So, if you don't believe, that's okay. . .

I'll hold a space inside this magic box,

as I sift through your air.