Liquify

A strangely familiar tone
you hear a strangely familiar shape
it seems you are becoming, a simple
clear vision you have in which
you see everything from this new, beautiful
perspective you have seen before, long ago,
so long ago, that you barely remember it, but it feels
comfortable, familiarly soft, familiarly unclear
and vague, with no promises or plans, no thought
process and no wish to carry on, carry on with something
as insignificant as a touch, a feel or a breath, maybe a sight
or a dream, a dream that I had in which you were
touching me, like then like those times I knew the shape is unreal
and about to disappear.

Cloud Gate