How late is the day
when you come to me?
I wake from dreams
to dream
of you.
How darkly burns fire
when you whisper my name?
I reach from the world
to a world
with you.
How sweet is salt
when I taste your skin?
You take me from myself
to myself
in you.
You and Me, in 55 Words
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
Rumi
