Mystique: ‘I saw a sign in the sky’ – sufjan

 

mystique,
the only word I know that gives this thing,
between us,
any meaning,
as something trickles into the air,
like snow, but even harder to grasp,
warmth instead of chill,
a shear spirit of us, of oneness,
where I reach arms out grabbing hold
to pull in your soul to me,
the embrace, a story
more than tales of fairies told,
where I find you and find myself,
or perhaps, the better part of me,
the one I wish so many had known
instead of what I’d shown them,
but there’s time beyond what clocks can tell,
and that’s where our hope rests.

 

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