Flying dreams, a morning kiss
through the wall we have it all,
surrender to deep sea moments.

We are too familiar to be strange,
too close to be apart, too near the centre
of our own universe.

I move toward, you move away
the sky stretches to hold us:
I wait for what must be.

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