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The sound behind the door

Shadows gather at a corner

Your figure on the wall

Your perfume on your clothes

Ask the Ascended to return

A divine, pitiful favor

An instant of your presence

At least your starshine over me

Dramatic screams to the infinite

Carried through space

Bouncing painfully in their ears

Ignoring me

Ask the Ascended to return

A divine, pitiful favor

An instant of your presence

At least your starshine over me

Though I sleep alone

You take my hand in dreams

You're instants in my head

You're the untouched memories

So please take my thoughts

And lead them through the universe

Until you wake me up again