i dreamed of you last night.
it was all so real, as if never
was there any separation.
there was the joy, the happiness,
the laughing sparkle in your eyes,
the sweet touch of your lips,
the surrounding warmth of your touch,
all that which has been missed
visited again, but it was only a dream.
why these come, no one
it could be that longing to change
that which can never be.
all that is for certain, and sadly so,
is that same old emptiness
will return, and then remembering
there was one day long ago
when I arose from the fires of passion
much like the mighty phoenix,
but as one person changed forever.
the wolf is my messenger
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