Ascension

Before my ascension, just for a moment,
Let me enter the dimension of love that was, of love that might have been.
When I say goodbye, give me wing...
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Before my ascension, just for a moment,
Let me enter the dimension of love that was, of love that might have been.
When I say goodbye, give me wings made of petals,
Forgotten, stolen, hidden whispers, “He loves me, He loves me not....”
I want these wings.
Words unspoken, to hear at my last
Heartbeats unborn, to feel as my own
Joys unseen, to embrace with my light.
And wrap me as an unknown soldier in streams made of unuttered dreams, goodbyes never-ending, eternity everlasting.
I want these wings and streams when I ascend.
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