At night -
When it is most Still
In that Space
Between asleep and awake
After a day of orbiting
Around and away from each other
We are finally brought to conjunction
Pulled together by a force
That even gravity envies
So I draw her in to me
Her back nestles to my chest,
I wrap her in my arms
And breathe into her neck
As Our legs entwine
Like oak trees and mistletoe vines
While in the twilight of a worn out day
Just before a new one
Bursts forth bearing a bright Dawn -
I feel myself drifting
Freely...
To the music of our mingled heartbeats
And I smile to myself from the
Middle of my soul,
For having found Love
In the middle of Darkness
When before I had searched so hard for
But could never really find
Even in the Light of Day...
© Taj Ashaheed 8/4/2013 & 3/21/2017
When it is most Still
In that Space
Between asleep and awake
After a day of orbiting
Around and away from each other
We are finally brought to conjunction
Pulled together by a force
That even gravity envies
So I draw her in to me
Her back nestles to my chest,
I wrap her in my arms
And breathe into her neck
As Our legs entwine
Like oak trees and mistletoe vines
While in the twilight of a worn out day
Just before a new one
Bursts forth bearing a bright Dawn -
I feel myself drifting
Freely...
To the music of our mingled heartbeats
And I smile to myself from the
Middle of my soul,
For having found Love
In the middle of Darkness
When before I had searched so hard for
But could never really find
Even in the Light of Day...
© Taj Ashaheed 8/4/2013 & 3/21/2017
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