Invitation
Come to me,
and walk with me
beneath a moonlit sky,
beside roses disguised as perfumed forests
by the darkness of the midnight hour.
Come to me,
before the candles are burned
to a pool of useless wax,
and their mystery is replaced
by the glare of the morning sun.
And I will show you
dreams without need of sleep,
and walls made transparent
simply because
they were only mirages to begin with.
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