Excitement’s restless slumber, sunk,
Consciousness’s faintest breath,
Dreams in color, shadows’ death,
Universe full of mystery,
Countless worlds, untold,
Mind’s mysteries unfold,
Echoes of a ceaseless call,
Yearning hearts, their thrall.
All my dreams left undone,
Meetings that were never won,
I’ll leave them where the sacred line lies,
Where eternity resides.
I ll leave at the brink
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