If life is the reality
That you dream
Then dare I say
That I’ve met you before
Somewhere in-between
The in-between
Where connections were made
But left unseen
A couple souls
That slipped through the seams
Of time
Like sand in the hands
Of greed
Casted into the fire
I saw her dance
With the life of spring
Turned to glass
The spirits called her
Persephone