From The Fields Of Sleep

In the desert of insomnia, hands

Sadly wave goodbyes.

Hands in gloves and rings

Announce the end of your

Ephemeral matter.

From the fields of sleep 

The same starry hand calls me —

I have tried to reach you,

But my flesh doesn’t let me go.

While the body lasts,

I’m between loss and the dream of finding you

.

Astrid Cabral / slightly altered by Lira

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