Two Dreamers

Our dreams align
at half past nine
(Or twenty one;
the day most done)
then break again
at half towards ten
to morning joy
(one girl, one boy)
through middle day
part work, part play
here twelve arrives
at honey hives;
the sticking power
of Golden Hour-
(You could say Six
or eighteen) licks
the lasting light
'til dark; goodnight.
I'll dream of you
at twenty two
(or ten? Just past-
these hours won't last-)
You dream of me
at twenty three
then Twenty Four
begins once more