Mystic

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The clock calls the midnight hour.

I close my eyes and

Am aware of

You

Everywhere I turn.

My pulse races

And my mind gets dizzy.

I put my hand to my heart

And hold myself steady;

Flushed

With heat,

My skin tingling.

This is your magic

At work once more.

Intuition. Instinct.

A faint melody plays through my memories.

There is no reasoning nor answers

In explanation.

We are in synch and I breathe.

We are in synch and I dance.

The truth of us

Unspoken,

Unwritten,

Unfathomable

In the mind.

Divine mystical mystery.

Over mountains and oceans far goes the yearning.

Over soft curves of my skin fall the tears.

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