I meet you in a dream
somewhere in the land of nod
we forget introductions and focus on possibilities
swirling brush strokes of time's children follow
and the indigo moon weeps her joy
surrounded by stars that spell out our future
we stare at our pasts in the embers of cold fires
lip singed scars on our necks the only remaining heat
and long lost touches our only memories
and when we chase the flames again we find them frozen
dead in the four chambers of existence
nothing left but this tiny second of rem
an eternity in my thoughts
as the golden dawn destroys Selene,
my search ends
our eyes open filled with stars and the fresh sunlight
and we step on fresh sand and dew
toward infinite potential
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