Time Capsule Dream

Moonlight dances on
awaiting pale skin,
parting the sensory,
holding on to memories
of the past.
Fluid motion in the
still night air
and soft touches
linger, caught in
the dreamcatcher
to await the morning
light. Pace of the soul
quickens with each moment
stolen in this night,
moving, spinning,
drifting away from
earthly restraints.
Icy cold touch from
the hands of another,
quivers run down
the taught contours
of the lily fresh skin.
Tiny droplets form on
the surface, awaiting the
moment to excite.
Fingers tremble, heart
beats race, as moments
are lost in the dark as
Nox gives way.
Breaths quicken as
the moments lost
become moments treasured
and time begins to slow.
Firm hold on this
time capsule dream
brings warmth from
the depths; can it
be real?
Entwined in the invading
moments of the
morning, lost
in the escaping moments
of the night, rhythms of
the souls match and
find each other in
the bounty of the
heart. Can't help
but wonder when the
beating hearts will
separate and the
physical forms unwind.
It doesn't matter here.
Relinquishing at the
sunlights looming stare
into the depths of the
night once more,
this dream ends
only when the time is
right, forgetting all time,
forgetting all space,
forgetting past hurt,
forgetting past pain.
The time to free the soul is
not in departed hopes
or approaching thoughts,
only in the moment caught
in the time capsule dream.