Salvation
Pushing through the suffocating calamity of the crowd
Quick, stifling, turbulent, emotionless, aggrivating, hollow and loud
The faces blurred and taunting, the words unclear and screeching
The images breed a haunting, the people lost, alone... beseeching
My face begins to numb, its features slowly begin to fade
I'm fighting to salavge what's left of me, forced into a bed I've not made
Within the rapid struggle to suffice, I see her standing there
Frozen, knowing nothing more of movement, time or air
Tainted outlines swarming by but her and I stand- remaining still
My heart for the first time begins to beat; for the first time I can feel
I hear her whisper amongst the crowd, its melody embracing me
Her face vibrantly vivid, picturesque beauty in epitomy
As I draw near I know nothing of fear, gently reaching out my hand
The soft touch of her skin fills me within, driven by a new demand
The chaotic surrounding begins to dissipate; I hold on to her porcelain frame
Precious, fragile, irreplaceable- she is my salvation if only one name
Saved from the empty masses, she and I together as one
Without her- just another captured blur, outdone and overrun.
(Inspired by, written for, and dedicated to Danielle)
