You'Ve Rescued Me

I swim through a dream in a sluggish swirling world that seems to precede all there is in my waking hours, and where only the whirling memory of your trusting face seems to somehow see me through the slow motion of aimless, random flux of the unknown, the unknowable, and my own scream seems throughout to reach a peak, echoing as a fearful falsetto, fading off as a muted panic. Morning sunbeam the tinge of yellow daisies awakens the cold window pane, yet I still recall that in the darkest sanctum of a jet-black night, hysterically I struggled to break through an unbreakable, invisible membrane of a suffocating bubble in a most terrifying nightmare, but I woke up at the soft touch of a tender hand on my face, yes, your whisper, and now, the warmth of your embrace !