I Breathe Past, Present and Future

Without air, even for a single minute, I would not be able to live, nor survive. What does the invisible gas have in it? What keeps me healthy, happy, and alive? I breathe mysterious stuff that I can't see... or can I spy, as my lungs deflate, inflate, indelible impressions of memories of friends, of loves, in my breath devoid of weight? Or in the precious, sparkling moment, now, as the airy breeze is pierced by the sun's warm ray, gleaming on leaves rustling on every branch and bough, does a lilting birdsong, this medium convey? Future dreams, too, are in my respiration, and while time may bring me breathless to my knees, Every vision, hope, and aspiration, May one day become a new youth's memories.