the links pulled us into
a room with no windows,
doubts and beautiful views
I remember some of the
colours, the taste of beauty dripping on lips
a tartan blanket
chanting and laughter, voices
of children perhaps
a glowing cross
the dreamer
chasing logic in his dream
your hand over mine,
two souls - one ocean, no shores
eyes searching the forbidden name
you were there
still holding the phone
when
it rolled from the sky
through darkness,
a ball of light
a thunder
a lit match
over two noble gases