And I am telling you now

A meeting in a cafe and some e-mail was all
Yet for me it feels
That we are a girl and a boy
In a slightly parallel universe
Staring into the open fire
Drawing our own shapes and patterns.

It could be dawn (of day or time)
It could be eve with new dawn soon to follow.

And holding round this renewal
I now need to draw a circle
And shift myself forward
In ways that seek the sun.