remember within

it’s when
the within
seeped to
the surface
like the tide
in our eye’s
reflections
moon’s smile
pulled grins
from the faces
of innocent
intimate spaces

celestial, no doubt

the in-between
the dream
the seventeen
seconds
made in the moments
cadences beckoned
a plan
would have
wrecked it
so what was within
deemed enough

and by god

it was
love.