It is said that life is but a dream and death the reality.
if this is so,then i am awakening into a
state of wakeful death.
for reality is my life without my beloved,
my destiny is that i will wander the streets in the twilight state of the undead.
i see, but am not seen.
eat, but not taste the food.
laugh not seeing the joke.
and embrace only shadows.
for my beloved lives in the world of dreams
whilst i, i am dead.
resurrection will not be mine until the dreams of my beloved finally dim,
and we meet.
then, our death will be our reality.
