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?
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