I Dream of level 2

In my dream

there still lingers a silhouette of us on level 2.
The faintest spectre unseen.
Unbeknownst to all but us.
Itself effervescent through space and time
And where it breaks the surface
in some other world
It is solid and real

And meeting there,
through sliding doors.
Where chance partake,
our footfalls down different paths
together.