The tunnel widens out as we pass through

Your arm around me, me looking up at you


We walk with soft steps as if this were a slow waltz

Ephemeral beats of pleasure drum across our hearts


No sea to part here, no rivers stand sentry

Just hazy shadows of trees moving apart gently


I look up, you are already at the bend

The tube of my dream has come to an end


Sweet waves of longing persist in lapping at my toes

I wake up from my dream, smile and then dream some more.

©Reena Prasad


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