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I met her on a solemn Autumn night, many moons ago
A night I didn't remember- a night I thought nothing of

It's funny
People leave an impression as time passes
Time: with its sactions and laws- its passage is linear, unable to be bribed or coaxed
It lives purely as life's substrate.

Recently I had a dream
About a night I didn't remember- a night I thought nothing of
There I remembered an encounter
A smile that could lift a mood
Eyes that sparkled in the Autum twilight
And a gaze that, if stared into long enough, seemed to relfect every star and nebulae in the cosmos
A universe seemingly resided behind her eyes

Weary eyed- the recent dream faded
A smile that could once lift a mood had cracked
Eye's grew sullen and dull- adopting a grey complexion
And with the death of a dream
The Nebulae grew dark and the last star burnt out
A hollow stare resided

Time went on- paths diverged in slight
But still, I meet her every night
In a dream within a dream

In wake, I find myself looking at the stars hoping
for us to meet in time- for your eye's to adopt a lost stare
for your smile to ignite a spark previously snuffed out.
I hope, time permitting, I may one day see you again
the way I did on a night I didn't remember
on a night I thought nothing of.

A night I remember, to help me forget.

The stars don't align all that often.
For some- not even whilst dreaming
But until then, I wait
I hope to see you the way I used to
Even if only in a solemn night's dream.

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