Of the moments that have come to fruition now;
Perhaps it's precognition somehow -
At the start,
In waking dreams of future time;
And then apart... together still yet seperate,
Our hearts United despite the miles and despite
The time...
I'd dreamt of that which has come to pass,
And although that dream was comforting in
That distant time,
That dream didn't do the beauty of the present
Justice
by Jeffrey Robert Adams
Halloween, 2000
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