In the space between our words,
echo of unspoken language
says far more than we can ever
hope to articulate.

In the space between our gazes,
eyes of the soul see more and know
infinity, time that will be
ours in sweet hereafter.

In the space between our bodies,
electricity in motion,
mystical vibrations fine-tuned
to matching frequencies.

In the space between our worlds,
galaxy of Maybe swirls. From
chaos: the birth of dancing stars.
Will this, too, be a sign?

In the space between our dreams,
life makes real what we had dismissed,
deemed impossible. Love grows, abides,
exceeds expectations.


© 2002, Dawn Richerson

Art: Digital Designs by Dawn, © 2002