From the soul

Something I had written quite a while back, suddenly came across and wanted to archive it somewhere...

You are, I am, we are...

Undying rising love.
Beyond words, senses, touches or dreams.
A growing spiral, a rising crescendo.
A starry night, dewdrops, flowers,
streches of green, wet mud, rain.
A growing pang.

You are, I am, we are.