The Imagination of Air

The imagination of air
is brimming with light.
Its immortal breath hums.
Scorching rivalries attract
its magical power.
Electric mornings release
its ungovernable tides.
Nerves of life chatter like
white teeth as it passes.

To ghosts of the unseen
its blue lips offer
the smell of dead religions.
It bathes in lakes of fervent
water with
a crowd of inner promises.
Histories shadow its hours.
The spell of
its longing is never broken.

Humans dream its existence.
Its blood is like
a lantern to hold up at night.
The pulse of its eye is stronger
than time.  The heat of its
body is fascinating and warm.
Between blinds
of solitude it
reveals the sacred right to live.