A/N:now this poem deals with what we wish Sarah would think, or what many of us are convinced she was trully thinking and repressing, childishly ashamed of living out her fantasy.
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Chapter III:
In Dreams she called to him…
Come to me, Love –
Through the sea of dreams
From the fantasy
Within me.
Lonely and lost
I've been afraid
Of a life delayed
In your world.
Come to me, Love –
In your magic sheen
Lives the one I've seen
Long ago.
Lonely and lost
Remembering what
I've long since forgot –
Is it you?
Come to me, Love –
In a warm embrace
I can see your face,
Your magic
Come to me, Love –
I will drown in you,
In your eyes, and true –
In your song.
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or, perhaps it i a grown up and penitent Sarah, reflecting on the Labyrinth and on Jareth, and, having realized what she threw away as a child, wishing to change that? i'm not sure myself. :)