Oneironaut
Open the door and watch the ice melt
forming the sculptures you always wanted
lining the forest where tombstones stood.
Breathe normally, your friend’s heart
remains nearby and can’t be silenced.
The pen is your candle, warming your spirit
whilst burning your future path and never
falling to the still wind. It doesn’t scorch you in this
reality and the lights pull you away.
People surround you, so act accordingly,
your smile is see-through.
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