Dreamers Meeting Place, Gertrude Abercrombie

you hold me as if suspended in thin air the comfort of free fall in perfect safety I sleep soundly on this plain we cast shadows are real perhaps we should question the sun but we don't fact is we match the curvature of the Earth exist in focus when much of everything else blurs there is magic here that keeps my eyes closed twilit synchronisation of the essence of being I dream of you and you dream of me an infinity of knowing permeates my thoughts and when it all inevitably crashes down may we wake up with a splash of water on our faces revived and in the land of the living