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.