Evening has passed through us
and as a spear planted
in ground breaks soon for dawn
hues, colours, shades
into our synapses as the suns
enflamed once more.
Much was said of yesterdays
and tomorrow comes
I cannot leap without you there,
only as a watcher stand
at the entrance to the horizons
which falls and sets.
Then we rise and release
for we shift, shift
as the sheets which cover us
the ceiling wrapped
around us both once more - ; -
to sleep with Thee.
Silent is our breath in dreams
so quiet, so delicate
as silk out of our hands, gently
so silent, so softly
whispers over shoulders
"I am still here"
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