Here, in the warm white fog, <br />our smiles contain miracles, <br />miracles only an ancient love <br />could ever manifest. <br /> <br /> <br />My blood turns to wine. <br />The edges of shadow harden. <br />Time fills with tears. <br /> <br /> <br />Let us surrender <br />the sky we stole <br />from the gods.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-if-i-am-your-dream/
