by Louise Hastings
(Taunton, Somerset, UK)

He speaks,
in the fading light
at dusk,
a whisper

She hears,
in the growing light
at dawn,
a sound

they are One

He speaks,
into the void
where nightmares dwell,
a vision

She hears,
through the spirit
where angels live,
a dream

they are One

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