The Dream

It’s a dream, darling. 
A whisper on your lips as you cry to the darkness for solace
An illusion to keep you sated just long enough for you to forget your passion
Until your embers are cold
And you’re your heart's forgotten its purpose

But you mustn’t give in.
You mustn’t fill your mind with these dreams, with these fantasies
For they will lead your astray and crumble your world
With time's indifferent March
Oblivious to its power
Yet eager to spend it

Instead, remember yourself
Cry to the stars so they tremble at your words
Hide the moon behind the ferocity of your gaze
As you take control of your destiny
So that no mortal being
Can ever wrest it From your grip

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