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What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever? |
I watched as you passed by and thought I felt your breath for just a moment on my face, a gentle faerie vapor in the still air of the night. I brushed your hand in my dreams with my hand, an ethereal transfer of warmth from my flesh to spirit to your incorporeal flesh. That moment of space between life and death was filled, again, too briefly with transient comfort of your presence.
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
(also published in modified format at Dailykos)