Yesterday, in the cold depths of sleep,
I cried your name again.
Echoes of my words floated back;
Through the empty years.
Searching for you, calling for you.
Tonight, in dreams so real, they bleed colour;
You came to me.
You came for me.
In that moment; of a shared silent stare,
Our minds embraced, our memories flared
Into volcanic co-existence and hope found
A home in our hearts.
And the lost years vanished into
The mists of antiquity. |
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