lying in a droplet of water and shifting in and out of dreams

I am Crimson when all is blue

your hand becomes my hand and the song is an excuse to be close and the sleep is an excuse to recognize that we are boundless when we are together

the universe envelops us in a wave of blue
as well as the room
spilling over in tandom
with the setting sun

now it makes sense.
everything I know means nothing
unless we can share it