Breathless

Cloaked in the heavy mood of a whisper, I am enrapture tossing myself freely to the breeze. Traveling, risking time and space; darkness proves sinister And the thought of morning a solidary tease; I am breathless… Mouthing the words ‘I love you’ as morning drifts in like pollution, Uninvited entering my utopian dreamscape. Permeating and clouding my vision’s resolution, I drift into the desire of the day, my dreams raped; I am breathless… As if I had been running, running, running, My heart pounding to the pitter-patter of my feet. Subconsciousness, a state deliciously cunning, I am left awakened with the memory of only your heartbeat; I am breathless…