The crescendo of life going increasingly
faster faster and faster
while we hold
on and on and on.
Until something rises from within....
or perhaps it snaps
like the crack from shattered bones.
A sound so loud
moving over and under
the incessant rhythm 
of veins running wild.
Like a luminescent cloud
just beneath 
all is soft and breathing
at the steady pace of whispers.
Softer than the softest hand
more gentle than the seagull's wings. 
Hold on my love
be wise, be wild
dare to be free 
'cuz you are within me.