Breath

There is a sweetness
in the quiet moments
between breaths
when the inhale dies, before
the exhale turns
when all creation exists
and ceases.

It is in that space, my love
where we truly meet.

When our bodies have perished
and our hearts have returned to light
and our spirits swim again
in the gold waters of eternity,
 there, we embrace fully.

A dream of etheral,
a dance of remembered being
the limitless whole.