Time melts. Holds no meaning in its cogs and wheels. Slips by unnoticed. Unmarked by the moving hands of clocks or the rising and falling of the sun. The minutes are water. Fluid and running. Hours ebb and flood. The night is an ocean. And floating on its star-reflected swell, I wonder how time can liquefy. Dissolve. Transmute. How its value changes with its suggestion. How its marching tick can turn to a murmur in the dark. With your breath on my body and your hands in my hair. How long a moment can last and yet how little there seems to be when the world intrudes with dawnlight. But here. Here in the shadowless, timeless mere. You hold my hand and float with me. Across seas, where time is obsolete. Where yesterday is just the gloaming trace of indigo. And tomorrow a pattern of gold in the sky. And you whisper beautiful truths in the whorl of my ear. “With you; there is only now.”