Most of All

Dream of us
just dream of us together
that's what I ask this night
when all seems on the verge of change
as if a wave beyond propounding
were suspended now above a cliff
and just one momentary movement
in the wrong direction
might bring the end of all we need to be

Dream, just dream
of this love that ever streams
between we two
and then again into eternity of form
for this flesh must intermesh
with all we know
the scent, the sound, the very feel
of everything that's real
while this love we share
is more and more just everything
within these forms
that matter most of all . . .


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