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