August 6, 2017



sometimes down the streets of dream
I see you heading towards Crystal City
where the sun doesn't need to shine
nor moon to illuminate dark nights

I watch the way you hesitate
pause in your resolve to reach the gates
turning around to see if I am following you
if I have remembered my promises

I know this goes on while we both sleep
that the city of bright lights is far away
years and years into the opaque future
but the promises I made remain true

this life is like a shedding skin
a tattered coat no longer fitting
it's what we both will leave behind
when the dream goes on in Crystal City


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