How can I have dreamed it,
That great, sparkling sea
As if littered with diamonds
Created in ... me?
You say I imagined
That primeval wood
Creeping with horrors,
I don't see how I could...
The sight and the scent of that
Forest still lingers,
My face brushed by branches
Like dead men's fingers,
And the full moon sang
As they so often do,
And you're trying to tell me
That none of it's true?
Somewhere to explore,
Somewhere we can fly,
We went there together,
My sister and I.
I felt that cold ocean,
It tickled my skin,
It soaked her and numbed her
When she waded in.
I heard the wind howling,
So don't you dare
Say I was just dreaming -
I left her there.
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