You find a ways to anchor me in this experience.

Existence.

A word, a fantasy

Entwined in the worlds of reality.

We run wild dissolving through 

Doorways;

Quantum dreams.

Holding hands in a faith divine

Transcending reason.

We dance the sacred dance just close enough to feel the heat alive

In one another,

As we balance in the fine 

Untethered line of in between;

And it keeps us going.

I whisper and you hear the echoes,

You cry and tears come from my eyes.

We are laughing as we come together in the

Cosmic embrace.

Eyes closed and hearts open.