I am

 
give it a name and it's gone  
 
let's just assume love  
is what our outermost nerve endings  
are responding to  
and let's move on  
 
like the universe does  
 
look back with me  
and see how everything there  
is folded in the way we were  
(how we will be again)  
 
but this thin line we ride to transparency  
feels alot like the stuff forever's made of  
and it won't last long enough  
to radiate back towards language  
so share with me this reflection of love  
(call it light if we must)  
and remember it when we return  
to the world where words fail us