CRYSTAL CITY
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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