the space between

stuck here hovering over your eyes peering into your face these days gone by those days suspended hanging like a neglected marionette on the wonder wall clinging desperately to the dusty strings of time and now still sitting stumbling through those flickering hallways dancing slowly seductively with the well wishing wall washing wall flower witnesses those shadows all buried now buried deeply deeply within the wallowing walls of that timeless tunnel it can be said softly that the time has come so it is so it was in the beginning squinting peering carefully between the space that tiny space that imperceptible space between the space between so condensed so compressed like miniature candles sideways stacked melting brilliantly transforming those weak-kneed wax houses into tiny log fires melting gently in the november snow melting ice and coats and glasses melting walls and obstacles melting time and place melting circumstances melting me into you.