Times Past

Dreaming the same dream over and over again,
All, of a place, a magical place,

Of dragons, nine-tailed foxes, white tigers, and bears.

Every night I travel to a familiar past; painting a crescent moon.

Remembering you,
The love I had,
The love for you.

A love for sunrises,
On cold winter mornings, lying next to you.

The warmth of your body lights my 
Soul on fire with burning love.

A thousand years have passed,
A burning heart,
Dreams of you bring me hope.

Seeing you again and again,

Wishing this reality is but only a dream.
Wanting to wake up, loving you,
In times past. 

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