The dream room

A tower made of stone, high above the horizon it finds me in the most deepest of connections. Spoken serects over candle lit open space yearns for our soul bonding. Words and thoughts of intimate exchange draws us closer. Surrendered to all that is of this place, Yes you and I becoming of one. I’ve been here with you, yet I have not met you. So far away yet so close. Soul searching a twin flame, reaching far from the places in our hearts. The universe calling for our unity as we come to this room. A sacred meeting of two restless souls.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋