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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