....Time slows and I am still.
these feelings make me give my heartbeat recognition as I rest my head
upon a crimson pillow,
and I can hear it muttering as do the sound of leaves
slowly but surely building as I breathe
And as my head sinks deeper into this bed I can feel you
I feel you, and I hear you.. a continuous echoing voice within me
without your voice I am lost. the waves it makes are short and sweet, quiet but raging...
an energy that reaches me from far distances
and a feeling that burns and brings me alive.
and although I cant quite put my finger on it yet and touch,
  I always listen and I am in turn,
always reassured.