Were I the full possessor of your soul,
your body and you of mine, as we
that once were, then forever would we be
suspended, free from gravity's pull
obligations and other things that weigh
us down, back down from the summit
to were now we are.But remember with me
how we were for so short a day.
Of all the intended thoughts sublime
not said or done on the high slope,
only the memory now vividly fixes and builds hope
each hour and each tick of time,
hope that one day it will be in reality
as it now is only in our dreams.
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