January 1999
A limbus is filled
So carefull
your mind touches mine
distantance
and closeness combined
hours ticking
heart beating
soft whisper in my ear
you hold me
comforting
your laughter
tickling my mind
and slowly grows
the knowledge
here I am safe
Slowly I awake
and the day flows into my eyes
white light dances on my window
I stretch slowly
sensing every part of me
the touch of the night
still alive on my skin
and I long for you once more
We passed the gate
looked at each other
across the span
of time and space
and saw
that all we cared for
had come with us
and none of us
thought of turning back