In Light We Dance

In light we dance,
In days of timeless breath our paths full twist,
Past time in feathered tenderness,
Toward the sound of shining bright,
The warmth on skin,
The brush of life,
The rush in sky on moonless night.

We pass then meet once more,
As whispered air on secret shore,
Sway, washed and seen,
Never touched,
Longed-for love in life yet lost in dream.



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Money plays no honest part in love. The nature of being together in person or in thought is full with mystery. Some in the midst of love experience their state as if an intense and extraordinary dream. This is not to say their experience of love is any less real, but rather that love's nature can overflow with the unexpected, and feel far from the everyday.