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Eyelids closing, enraptured, I listen:
dreamy forests behind us remain,
as we fly over oceans and cities.
Evening’s bleeding in flames to the left,
to the right, darkness burning and rising.
Whereto, is the dawn breaking yet?
Does the road lead beyond the horizon?
To the place where freely entwined,
merging separate sparks in one essence,
constellations adorning the night –
like a twin star we’ll shine, incandescent?
Do you know where, and how? Nor do I –
but lead on, and together, we’ll fly.