suspended realities

sometimes the 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....