Sawhain

A moment before the colors peak
There is a pause, a breath
A time between time
In a place between places
When the veil, they say, is very thin

So thin one might glimpse things
Great and glorious
So thin one might smell things
Wild and wanton

Reaching through and taking hold
Of things once regrettably called,"fantasies"
Reaching through and taking hold
Of all that you may want

And the boundaries are no more
And the distance melts into the mist
And the fingers move without hesitation
And the collison is fierce and complete

It is only a pause
It is only a breath
It is only ours