Walking across dunes,
And dreams,
I hear the music,
And let myself down,
Holding hands,
Behind consciousness,
Open to suggestions,  
Vivid limits,
Aspects of self,
Cannot be reasoned,
For love is growing,
Holding hands,
A beginning,
Dimensions open like flowers,
Petals awake to sunrise,
Submerged deeply,
Like sandy shores,
and tsunami efforts,
Breathing new depths,
Of understanding,
Holding my hand,
Touching my face,
Gently whisper into my ear,
And release.