Run

You are with me in that gleam across this rising sky. Scatter me fast and scatter me wide, leave my tether at your side. I'm safe and locked here in your hopes and fallen fast asleep, wake me when the sky is near and our stars beg to weep.

Dream

I will fight you atop the risen stars with a fierceness that you cannot staunch. I will fight you beneath the tumbling waves, unrelenting and absolute. No one will ever hear of our struggle, no songs sung of heroism, no tears will trail their meandering paths. None will ever know what I have done and what I have saved, and my name will seamlessly fade into the veiled heart of hearts; but you will never win. I will fight you until the breath beats sharp and quick from my body and my eyes, ever locked onto yours drifts shut. I will win and from the frailty of your threats grow ever stronger.