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