Things born at the same time
Like trees and thinking
Or the moon and feeling
Or the oceans and longing
Minds that appear at the same time
After long preparation together
Bearing the marvelous and the new
Then resuming their places in the sky
Light that comes at the end of the day
Flaring and urging us to follow
Into the other side of things
All of us dreaming at the same time
Slowly unwinding the same dream
From which there's no need to awaken
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