Precious Dreams We Share
© Surazeus
2025 06 05

When my heart is enchanted by black eyes
of the thousand-year-old vixen I love,
I give up all that is bad for my soul
so we can dwell together in our home,
which we create from precious dreams we share,
till eternity transforms us to stone.

Together in posh restaurant by the river,
at round glass table with bottle of wine
by the three-hundred-year-old marble fountain,
which represents how love flows endlessly,
we hold hands and gaze at each other brightly,
loving life since death could strike any time.

So we are young, healthy, and beautiful,
two strangers from opposite sides of Earth
who pick each other as our special mate
out of billions of people on this globe,
yet random chance we meet and fall in love
provides principle for our love to thrive.

Though politicians and rich oligarchs
ally together to grasp wand of power,
then fight over who will control the game,
we continue with our private romance,
vowing to work together with strong faith
to survive though civilization falls.

Though she has lived many long centuries,
meeting and losing countless friends to death
as she buries endless lovers in Earth,
she decides with ache of love in her heart
that I have become the most special soul
whom she has met in the past thousand years.

Yet I too will grow old and pass away,
vanishing from vibrant dream of this world
as fragile flame that flickers in the storm
of endless time which sweeps all living souls
into relentless flow of constant change
which crushes all our Heavens into dust.

Walls of our home we build from memories,
we share in drama we perform each day,
protect our spirits with enchanting charm
conjured by selfless respect of our hearts
when we cooperate in honest quest
for treasures that sustain our fragile souls.

This secret home in haven of our hearts,
which we create from precious dreams we share,
provides safe sanctuary for our love
to blossom sweet nutritious fruit of faith
from melancholy muck of cold despair
till eternity transforms us to stone.

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Orpheus and Ophelia dine at the posh restaurant by the fountain of their hearts, and share stories of their lives in dream of the ever-spinning world.

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