Intersection

I drifted through the mists of timeless lands; Emerging from the clouds I saw your face. Possessed by my own joy I felt my hands Upon you as we stood in an embrace. The past year manifests inside a dream And culminates in your angelic touch. And nothing that I contemplate can seem To match this feeling; nothing means as much. But suddenly I woke and left the night To question if our meeting left a mark. The memories were fading in the light; The light that leaves us sitting in the dark. If only we could reunite to feel... Could such a thing have really been unreal?