last night, we met as before
during the second summons of our winter sun
beneath the moonless canopy
in the designated season
where dreams live and breathe.
we had to race
far from the chatter of listening ears
or views from curious eyes
we sat and shared as we pressed our way
shadows cared and watched above
there is this place if you believe
where we can be
undisturbed and quiet, dear
we will remember
and live again
the spaces between the imaginings...
