To an illusion that was so real.
To a reality that was almost real.
To a dream that was a life in history, and a history that was never meant to be.
To a goodbye that awaits a hello, and a hello that never ended.
To a star that never fell from the sky, and a sky that never transported.
To a wind that blows your name, and to your ears that never heard it.
A time that never passed, and all the years that ended.
To mornings and nights that travel, and a thousands journeys to come.