Sapphire beside me
Horizon flat ahead
Punctually delayed
Allowing movements
And moments in time to gaze
The fulcrum point
between existence and mysterious
Too foggy for memory
We can reframe an unfilling past
To charge a refreshing future
Devoid of expectations or itineraries
These hours are only for us
Curled between Egyptian cotton
Woven in Sudan
Purchased at an Muscat souk
These hours are only for us
To stimulate senses
Of tactility and grace