outside of time

warm nights
stars out
breezeless and breathless
i slink through fitful slumber
your name near my lips
never quite
clear
images of you
come and go
shadow colour
ice mist
wild imaginings
fires and darknesses
and yet
i am never fully aware
can never grasp
your
entirety
like a forgotten lover
hologram
song
painting
poem
sacrament
you are with me
through these dreams
these moments
outside of time
I travel to your secret land
where what is hidden
is real
the laws of my universe
my creation
crumble
fall apart
my happiness is real
and i spend my days
in silence
trying to return

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