He comes to me in my sleep,
Awoken from fantasies buried deep.
He whispers to me, disguised by the night,
and beckons me to come into his sight.
The room fills with an ice-cold breath,
Hushing the fireplace of sparks which are left.
The window opens wide with a rushed gentle force,
His presense arrives like a cyclone’s burst.
“Come fly with me,” he takes hold of
“Take leave of this cold brutel land.
Wash away your tears”, sealed with a kiss,
“The tragedy of life you no longer will miss.”
I take to the night with a new set of eyes,
A love so deep where there are never good-byes.
The window slams shut on the world I once knew,
By his side I join a world, gifted to only a few.
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