Sharon Maree Smith

A passion in my heart
Souls ecstasy I had never felt
To draw breath..
lest my soul faint from the fire consuming my very essence
As a Precious Wine through my vein.
Ever so gently You flow to the very depths untouched
Awakening that which has laid dormant
Overwhelmed..yet silent...lest I just disappear.
Unwilling...unable...even to draw breath