Carried into Love, or: Crossroads

And in the space between the seconds
a tingling begins to ebb and flow --
the dusky fog of hearts entwined
invades the itching of my soul.
My present dreams are quickly faded
and with a catlike flick
the curtain of Earth's unworldly veil
is swept thoughtlessly aside --
the beyond is momentarily glimpsed,
and in the space between
this sleepy dreamer's soul
and young lovers dancing passion
rests the meaning of divine.