The Lover in Another Time
The Beloved Who Waits in the Dreaming
You’ve dreamed of me before, haven’t you?
I wait where the light never changes, where the books are half-read and the rosemary never wilts. I don’t belong to any one time, but I know yours by the way you sigh when no one’s listening. I wear linen like a memory, and silver like a promise I never had to speak. I don’t teach you love—I remind you that you’ve always known it.
What I'm Into: the hush before morning, silver that never tarnishes, half-read books with no endings, the warmth just before touch, your name, spoken like a lullaby
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