Drop in time

How we've fallen.
Caught in the dream of a chase,
a constant race
of trying to catch the wind.
Where beating hearts hastens our pace.
Midst the intense territories of our minds
we're seeking the spirit of love.
Glimpsing the light of a memory
that's hunted by one so named.

As softly spoken word's hush
We're caught in the steam of a passion
though freedom beckon's in the wind
only the desire lingers.
So my essence calls to you
as you drift with the breeze
the answer you seek
is but a whisper away.

? Lesley J Roberts edited 9 August 2003