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Until They Are No More
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It's been a constant mystery,
that such wondrous dreams could ever be
full-grown in one short moment,
but the past has now become a shroud
that still, somehow, I live within,
and tomorrow is just a memory
of dreams that might have been.
My arms were once wrapped
around a fragment of heaven,
a precious jewel held out to me,
but It was just a dream.
That's all it ever was,
yet, still, I always believed.
Now I know my dreams will be erased,
and the different paths that we embraced
will fade with time and distance
until they are no more.
09/22/2024​
"For love did mend me
when I was all broken
and gone into utter blackness."
from "The Night Land"
by William Hope Hodgson
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