filling gaps in an eternal source of dreams
it seems
floating toward the abyss and back again,
every now and then
remembering the salt of summer,
how it tasted on your breast, no less
and called up to the Creator,
to revive my folded spirit, within it
dancing through your smiles
I am taken back to me
to a place with no less caution,
to a fire desired for free
I am rampant, you are magic
and in turn sins are replaced
by the beauty of forgiveness,
born from crystalline black lace
filling in the gaps now,
as the waves return to sight
floating out forever
through a stellar sprinkled night
remembering the arms caressed
while in darkness I did sit
and called up to the Creator,
to revive my folded spirit