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above the night
below the dark ~
where wing’eds meet the sky
I sailed with you
(a time or two)
as whispers fluttered by

as strained to be
of mysteries
where here and there
to know of life
beyond this life ~
where lovers meet again

a hand to fit
around my own ~
as purpose felt before
when living past
these days shall come
and heed our cry
once more

as tender as a touch
to bring me to this place
would learn anew
of love for you ~
in moments
left to grace