I dreamed last night I touched your soul. It slipped gently into my hand, flesh and spirit entwined, enmeshed. We stood at the center of the labyrinth of the universe, walls and floor and ceiling covered with memories of the future and unrealized dreams within dreams, no roadmap and the void of forever looming behind us.

And together we moved forward into the unknown. And you enveloped me in serenity as we walked, smoking too much, one hand always on the left wall. Our journey would last forever (a voice neither heard nor internal made this point clear), without hope of finding the way out, but between us passed the strength to hope, the dare to dream of something better.

We passed the miles with stories and memories, songs and fantasies, pictures and fears, two lost spirits refusing to admit the inevitable. As days grew to years and decades, two souls became less lost and more than either had ever hoped, expected, dared to become.

And when the end came, with the the goal of finding the exit unfulfilled, neither of us noticed.

Nor did we care.