under the shadow, over the brow <br />is a place where (i heard) , <br />it always is now; <br />past the street lights, beyond the black night, <br />did ever you go there; <br />do you believe, <br />that ever you might? <br /> <br />we'll meet by the stream of fallen bright stars <br />the place where we all, simply be <br />(what we are) , <br />and the you's and the me's, far left behind <br />under the light of the temporal kind. <br /> <br />where time was before, <br />(and no longer gone) <br />and future is present; not anymore longed <br />and the place that was secret <br />and so hard to find, <br />is found to be everywhere <br />uncontained by this mind. <br /> <br />and when we meet, we will dance <br />(not a you and a me) <br />and sing silent and true <br />so that there always will be, <br />(for as long as we do) , <br />a me to appear, to look for a you.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-69/
