The Hour

Reaching, reaching
for a place and space
where we might simply be
entirely ourselves
on this, a night when darkness
seems the norm

Feeling, feeling
endlessly, to know in flesh
this feel of loving brings
even now, when time and space
seem ever present in between
yet still we dream

Of endless touch
and infinite embracing
in this, the hour
that doesn't seem
quite real at all
and yet was always
meant to be . . .


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