We are entering a world of despair
Where the scent of your hair
Will disappear from my senses
And I'll choke on senselessness.
I'm hanging from a thread
Holding on for dear death
So that one day it might catch me
With its restoring breath.
Floating above it, I dance mesmerized
Enthused by the magic
Gazing in my soul, losing control of the interior world
Closing my eyes and letting go.
That breath has no scent...
But it's got gravity bent
With its spell of beauty
The only beauty that suits me.
And I gaze, and I gaze...
But I see nothing
Engulfed in its breaths, I sit mesmerized.
And I stare at the cover
Waiting for the book to open.
