A moment in time when two forces collide resounding impressions reverberate and reside a hold of breath, a long standing stare the look, the feel of momentarily aware a know, the belief, a root implanted painfully deep a moment awakened from this dreamful state of sleep the knowing yet not knowing at all the leaves turn to color, then wither and fall time passes unequivocally on the reds, and oranges of yet another dawn a moment, a dream under the light of the same moonbeam somewhere in this universe of cosmic wonderment swept in a sea of paradoxal current was a moment, a dream, of you and me like currents passing in sweet harmony.