Poem

My chest is the place where our stars meet
Where I go and translate 
All the thoughts you sent towards me during your sleep.

A field of life is somewhere, somehow, always waiting for us
Behind a nebula or hidden in the Sun
And I can taste only sacredness when thinking of it.

The guilt washes away as I slip into a dimension that we only know
That we only understand 
That we only get to experience.

And who knows really, what is this life 
And what are we supposed to make out of it
We rush into it and live in it, for years, mostly veiled and numb.

After everything that is to happen has happened,
And we have paid all the dues and learned all the lessons
I will meet you
Behind a nebula or on the surface of the Moon.

Don't go back to sleep 
Spin out of your nothingness 
And let hope become your house. 
Deeply at ease, you will learn that the Universe is as small as two people.