Beyond Time

That woman would love me, I guess
In some day I have long since forgotten
Love me, as I once could love her
Breaking the sarcophagus within which
I am encased
My future, was her past,
And our present,
Something time zones cannot define
Nor time itself, it is night here
And day there
Years later, yet years before
the happenings that would change
Both these lives of ours,
Breeding in uncertainty
My smoke is her incense
And her flashlight, my dim sun
Escaping night and day,
Into that crawlspace
Where both she and I Are one