Breathless

Breathless, let the wild wind blow
As biting as a touch of snow,
I read your words and then I know
These words have left me breathless.

Breathless, hot or searing cold,
These words are ones my heart must hold
Like just a touch of dusty gold,
That flies and leaves me breathless.

Breathless, with discovery
I find a truth aimed just at me
And fight to set the feelings free
Free to make me breathless.

So, like a friend I'll follow you
And give your words a rave review
In hopes that one day I might, too,
Leave somebody breathless.

© 2002  Pam H. Murray


May 25, 2002