They flow through each other.
Invisibly recurrent themes
amid the dreams so real.
Numinous, the feel seems so surreal.

Intimate connections of the mind and heart and soul,
bleeding into pores that fill the whole.
Patterns so impossibly distinct.
Shadows seen within the quickest blink.

The signature of energy
in hues of living color.
The aura of infinity
in mists that blend with others.

The clouds give in.
The rain begins
to weep the pain away.
A bud, a bloom
a springtime mood
is in the air today.

And you are here.
We loved so hard,
the bond was split in two.
Another round of opposites.
Security deposited, then spent.

The sluggish beat
of hearts grown weak
is all that we have left.
It wasn't age that softened
into bitter alibis.
Perception fell to darkness
dwelling on the other side.

Here and there - impossibly -
still flow through one another.
Hearts once linked can never
grow apart...

? Michaelette ?

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