A last encounter in the world of dreams

There you were. And there I was.
The moon’s gaze was still upon us.
Surrounded by mighty mountains,
In each others final stare.

You asked me ‘Do you want to stay?’
I answered ‘No’
‘But in truth, I really don’t want to go’…

‘You’ll miss your train’ she said.
‘Don’t worry, it won’t matter’ I said.
The faint memory then vanished.
All hope and desire perished.

There you stood. There I was walking.
A strange dream, perhaps not worth of talking.

Maybe a farewell. Maybe a goodbye.
Perhaps a madman’s illusion seen
through a teary eye…

Who can say, who can deny,
The future, the past, the present
Nor our fate we can defy…

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