suspended realities

Sometimes words go berserk in this whim to capture that dew of emotion
quivering in hushed silences.. where heartbeats become moments suspended in time

and you hold your breath.. unable to escape or contain this storm that rages in quiet intensity.. before the moment scatters in a rustling carpet of soundless protest.. helplessly buffeted by winds of time that laugh at this naive attempt
to hold.. to contain..

leaving shadowy images swimming before your eyes.. and you almost reach out to tear these pages.. yet read and re-read.. feeling vulnerable at this naked portrayal of feelings strange even to an inner Being.. words that unbidden.. wrote themselves in
involuntary manic expression.. breaking some dam of exultance or despair.. soaring.. sinking.. crumbling.. dust spun into strings of gold.. this spiritsong.. wooing heartstrings of eternity..