dreams are made and born to
run across my memory like
a thousand stars, each
moulding to the other like an
omnipresent vision of you, and i
never want it to end

maybe someday, in a place
otherworldly, you will turn to me and
offer the same sweet
nectar that I have given to you
freely, locked in my own heart and
lifted to your lips, but yet
a small whisper from your lips -
i am undone and you
render me into a moment where i am...

breathless...

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ero, in the year 298 AF.