she whispers


a spell is cast

to sleep at long last


a dream is walked

upon path once travelled




lonely as the footsteps

that disturb its earth this night


aglow, a window

ivy thick at its sill


my own fingertips I glance

press against giving leaves


a spectre greets none

inside, warmed by the fire light

I hear crackle

yet its heat I do not feel


as fingertips chill


the very same glide pen across paper


colder, I grow still

my eyes met by eyes of my own


by the ink of a phantasm

words spill forth, stories told, dream within a dream

I witness the telling of the final tale




a spell at all cost

for a memory lost

a dream to remain unseen


this dreamer upon path untraveled



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