These Midnight Visits in my Mind

I woke to speak with you - alone yet entwined in this dark room, one thousand miles lost somehow on the flicker of the dampening candle. I reach across the silence for your hand; warmed by words unspoken. A soul that speaks beyond the language of our sound.
Here, in this space of our union, the thoughts begin to flow. Visions and hopes painted in sorrow and laughter. Just the way it's always been ... for this time never changes.
Tomorrow, when the wisps of wicker smoke have faded to stillness and the light of the dawn extinguishes these ghosts of dreams unseen, I will open the day in solitude. A remnant smile left over on my lips and an awareness that I am not on my own. The song plays rhythmic in the quiet corridor.
I have built up this house, a firm foundation of the person I have yet to become. A tower around the nature of my soul that I could never lock you out of. The image there is not unlike yourself. One heart, one mind, two worlds. Outside this universe we sang the same song. Perhaps the explanation, then, is not so far removed. Reality requires me to take my hands from the keys - this tune was never mine to play.