falling from the moonlight
you dance into my dream
and whisper of all the things we shared
that now we never see
we fly through
autumnal trees
leaves fall like
golden
wings
we travel to the end of land
where lies a single rose
you say this is where our love will live,
a place nobody knows
but who will
water
a rose
on the edge
of the world?
it was tended to enough before
the roots remember
it remains alive!
but we won't see it while awake
this rose lives within the night
will I remember of the rose
or only while I sleep?
and did you dream of the same dream,
or is this mine to keep?
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