in the days of time and dream

to come upon my love, my love my sweet

upon open arms, through my love, i sleep

to drift away with quiet eyes

intentions fold and relive through times

as each were one, in two, serene

so much i know, know not to dream

then to life, i speak such thought

that you are near and near so far

as i could touch with a taste of your skin

or move to wake, to find your soul

living within