𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝟏 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝔻ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕄
"Do you think dreams can come true?"
"I can't believe you're real"
"Don't cross the line"
"Only death do us a part"
"I told you I'm not going to leave you"
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Out of the stroke, the change, The body locked in its death Like a stream locked in the ice, The whiteness under the cheek, The lips forever set In the look that is always strange Because we remember yet How they spoke, how the mere breath Was enough to make them speak.
I saw the soul arise, Naked, shaped like a blade, Free, inhuman and bright, And where the body was laid I saw it hover. It had no need of eyes. It had forgotten the grief, The long pain and the brief, The daybreak, the burning night, The touch of water and light. These were over.
It was free. It would not return. I saw its brightness spurn Like the heel of a fugitive The body it hung above, The body which gave it birth- It is this I cannot forgive. It is thus they answer our love When they are gone from the earth.
