Desire waning
Here I am
Dreams unfurling
And there you are
A rain falling in the past
Dreams unfurling
And there you are
A rain falling in the past
Here we come to the sounds of birds and dementia, our years of gold richly adorned with crowns of mistakes not yet forgiven
This is a poem of mortality
And this is a dream of wisdom
It's all come full circle my love
I never had you and you never had me
It was all a dream, yes a dream
With stained glass circles and beams
Of light filtering through
Desire is still in me, but the fire is lower.
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