With Yours

Cold horizonBetween the recesses
I find my mind’s
eye alive

breathing life to the
cobwebs of the
day.

I dream of passageways
to illuminated
morns

and slumber through
the drudgery of
this existence
cold

awaiting the melding
of my heart
alive
with yours.

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