Last Halo's Touch

I dream tonight of a forthright companion,
a nebula of familiarity
and the promise of tomorrow.
I hold the warm charm potential
close to the chamber of spirit
and let the echoes of ancestry
touch upon her form.
In resonance I feel promise,
and the chamber glows
with the shimmer from her eyes.

What world awaits to unfold it's cries,
it's triumphs, elations, and ardour?
It is this question that I dream,
and each moment that I dream
a fractal of continuity blesses her grace
and traces aeons of destiny
through labyrinths of space
as the time between last halo's touch
fades to nothing in a lasting embrace.