A Solemn Night's Dream

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.