To Breathe

To imagine a world, I put my pen on paper.

Grasping only what I know, I create something beyond. 

If I hold on to what I believe in the light, I can know what I know not in the dark. 

Things change and I become calm instantly. 

Splatters of drops fall down to the thin tree. 

In only short moments I find a deep meaning,

the rest I may not understand its saying.

Enthralled in the puzzle of the words,

is the easiest means for me to breathe.