Across the dreamscape we meet
Amdist the whispers in the night
I see the mirror of my soul within you
And I look out to that distant horizon
You're suddenly beside me
As we look at the etchings on the walls
Of times long past and of an era before recoded history
The past still exists in this silent place
But only as an ehco of a memory long forgotten
Like the kingdoms and empires of old,
Crumbling to dust as we stand and watch
"The past is not entirely forgotten," you whisper
And you're gone with only the echo of your voice remaining
I see the moonlight begin to creep over the horizon
As we dream our separate ways
Ever recounting the past we left behind