My brain decided this was more important that Psynergy & Proxians chapter five. So, in case you're wondering what I've been doing instead...
Yeah. Whoops.
Also old perspective is old. :/
Somewhere far away
You watch the city burning
Crashing
Shattering in bloody strands
And prying veiny tendrils
Your mind is a distant thing shouting
From all the way home
On your tiny snowbound world
Where you lie sleeping
Fallen Tossed aside Like a castoff doll
Left behind for you to dream yourself elsewhere
A refuge once more when the
Moon comes falling down
And down
And
Down
He's not even awake yet
So you carry him along
Fleeing your ruined dreamworld as it
Drops
From the distant horizon
To the bright sky below
The light and gold
Once a beautiful hall of mirrors
Reflects green with fire
The heat melts the tips of towers
And the lacy details
On the dreamers' towers
You went there often
Waiting for the day
When he would wake
Having befriended many of alien things
Which you thought to be
Figments of imagination
Lonely for some company beyond the
Same pale-shelled creatures
Monarchs
And one dog
It's sort of sad the dog could never come here
(He would have loved to place fetch with the tiny golden satellites, you think)
You know this place well
It is as much your home as your island
Your haven
And you are glad
To wake to it each time you sleep
In the moment, you think nothing of the falling
Nothing of the dying
Nothing of the moon or tendrils
The world is still a dream After all
He's safe on the ground, and your memory supplies
The snapshots
A golden city, descending in flames
A brother, still asleep
A world below, waiting
Surely it will all be well
He'll wake soon
The city will rise
You'll die and return
It was always a dream
And the moon is still
Home
Above the clouds
You doubt your death will mean much
People die in dreams
All the time
Don't they?
He seems about to wake
Any moment now
It will all return to
How it was
Before
You can't wait to show him around.