Hello.
I've seen you before.
Perhaps in another body.
Another lifetime.
I recognize this silence.
This
Silence.
I used to dream of you.
I used to dream of our meeting.
O how I would dream.
I touched your face.
Your smile.
It rippled.
Like liquid mirrors.
I could not touch you.
Intangible.
You could not feel my breath.
But this.
This is different.
Touch, smell, hear, feel, see.
Everything.
You.
You're all around me.
You're in front of me.
I can reach.
Only for you.
O how I can stretch my hands.
Wrapped tightly around your waist.
And how the whole world fits in my arms.
I could show you the world you know.
O how I could show you the world.
What's that.
No.
Don't go.
But you slip away.
O how you just slip away.
Like blood from my fingers.
Like sweat from my brow.
I cannot I will not
Leave this dream.
This dream.
This is a dream.
Shh.
The silence.
Do you hear it.
It's softness.
It's quietness.
Nestling around me.
Like weasels at my feet.
It creeps up my spine.
Hushes my breath.
I am gone.
You are gone.
Seek me.
O how I shall wait for this.
Farewell, Good Dream.
