dream in a dream

I stand in a copper glow
It feels like someone else’s memory
Another version of me rests sleeping
lying on her back, dreaming
Her eyes stay closed
Yet she sees me
She knows she’s dreaming
Her pain moves through the air,
pressing against my bare chest
I hear her thoughts whisper:
Pain is my friend, sorrow my company
The words burn thorough us both
She feels my pulse,
I feel her ache
She reads my mind
Words start dancing:
my tune is grieving…
“flying back home”….

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