faith and courage.

and a strange light that seems to fill me.

A feeling of warmth and joy as I step forward —

a garden of yellow roses, daffodils, trees covered in moss.

Butterflies that bid me to dance to the melody of birdsong.

A faint smile that grows as the garden fills with people.

Young and old, rich and poor, all of them my friends and loved ones

here with me. And yet…

They are not here.

A dream —

the sweet taste in my mouth turns bitter.

And I awake aching.

I rise to rain, and another day

of the lonely world where the sky cries,

will pass before I dream again.

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