We Love

In the untime of twilight,
the dreams drawing near
are filtered in stardust
and feel very clear.

Sensation kindled, fire burning.
Love draws near, an endless yearning.
Fluttering between the worlds.
Reality that's not quite real.

Past and present intersecting.
Future feelings intermeshing
with the best of all we thought
had passed.

Pure moment then, of intersection.
Love of past and future present, here
within the gap of our unknowing.
Pretense passed into the everlasting
glow of light that never sees.

As trembling, upon our knees,
we love...

? Michaelette ?

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