Meet me in my dreams like old times,
like last night.
Come speak with me by the waterfall
that crashes down on an eternal flame.
Tell me how you've been as we wander
across the vibrant world we built
together.
Tell me about your brothers and your
mother
as we pass the singing trumpet flowers.
How is living with him and being a
step-mother?
Sit on this throne of dreams formed by
your hope,
and command spectres to act it out on
the stage.
And as the full moon is engulfed in
orange flames,
I will tell you how I've been,
how I've found myself without words
as if the pen has rejected me,
how I've decided against keeping my
dreams
for fear their meaningless might drive
me mad,
how I lost myself in someone else's
work
and filled my time with constant noise.
And as the stormy ocean crashes against
the rocks below,
I'll assure you that I'm fine,
that it's not as bad as it sounds,
that this place just seems fitting for
these truths -
this place we lived in and built for
years
on paper in ink and in our hearts in
blood.
Time changes everything,
but the eternal flame still burns.
-Zero
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