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The miracle in small moments
Right now I lay here in the
Small hours Of the night
And I draw a Spiral upon Her back
As she Drifts into The ether
Warm and safe in This most intimate Of human moments
It occurs to me that, We will never again Visit this space time.
Speeding through The universe On our biosphere.
She’s humming now, Blissfully unaware of our Coordinates and heading
So I too drift away, To the arms of night As captain to her dreams
And she, to mine.
