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The miracle of small moments

Right now 
I lay here
in the 

Small hours
Of the 
night

And I draw a
Spiral upon 
Her back 

As she
Drifts into
The ether

Warm and safe in
This most intimate
Of human moments 

It occurs to me that,
We will never again 
Visit this space time.

Speeding through
The universe
On our biosphere.

She’s humming now,
Blissfully unaware of our
Coordinates and heading 

So I too drift away,
To the arms of night
As captain to her dreams

And she, to mine.