Our hearts began,
like drumming in the fire light
And our eyes refused to look away,
while we listened
To the ancient longing
understood beyond the spectrum
Where we once spent afternoons alone
on the shoreline
And decades examining
the woodwork
Wake me from my napping
when you say the simplest things
From soft outlines
measuring strange star patterns
In the cosmos
of your universe,
The one I see
in your deep eyes
Where angels find
time to dance
And your hope has been waiting
to dive into mine
To see what we might feel like
when we speak
Of stranger things,
than this coffee and tea.
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