I dreamt that I was back with you by the river Along the shore of silver streaming Thames whose rutty bank the which his river hems was painted all with variable flowers the one where you saw me cry for the first time when we were juniors the one that stretched all the way out to the ocean and I knew right away by the brightness of the moon and stars above how What happy and mournful hours since last I skimm'd the smooth thin stone along thy breast numbering its light leaps the night after our first year of college the night when we decided that the distance wasn't working that we were coming apart at the seams that it would be better Friends my soul with joy remembers how like quivering flames they start when I fan the living embers on the hearth-stone of my heart there you were on my left sitting up instead of laying down beside me twirling blades of grass around your fingers avoiding my gaze and the air was thick between us as if it had I murmur under moon and stars in brambly wildernesses I linger by my shingly bars I loiter round my cresses as if to say something to offer some kind of apology or recourse for what had happened to us but I knew that the time for such things had slipped between my fingers like water while I I'll fetch thee Brooks from spotted nooks and I looked back up at the sky which seemed to be growing dimmer and further away from me and after some time I heard your weight shifting on the grass and We can see our colored faces floating on the shaken pool down in cool places dim and very cool on some current I couldn't see so I waited for you to say something first and soon enough you did begin to speak and you said that while the trees around us might eventually wither away into nothing you felt in your Space-filled reflecting the seasons the folk-lore of each of the senses call it again and again the river that flows nowhere like a sea
Nightmare Eater
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