Nepeta:

I’ve been having these strange dreams. Dreams that always seems to pop up around this time of the year…sometimes, I wonder if maybe they’re,  I don’t know. Something more?

Candy red, journaling

Visions flickering, foggy

And I hear him preaching

Once Upon a twelfth perigee

Someone holds me safe and warm

While we weather the highblood’s storm

Visions dancing gracefully across my memory

More than dreams

Less than life

Someone’s beckoning to me?

Feelings twist like a knife

On this lonely twelfth perigee

Nepeta: Oh, wow,  you look…a lot like me.

Disciple: And you look like me.

Nepeta: I’m not sure I understand. What’s going on?

Disciple: I—I…

Nepeta: Do you know something about my dreams?

Disciple: I’m so sorry young one…I never meant for this to happen. For you see…

Disciple:

 You recall a love once lost

Feelings through time traveled across

My grief at his death has left your hopeful heart bereft

Both:

We both shared the same fate

That is part of the story

To live with no soul mate

Past, purresent, future—it’s history

Nepeta:

Dream remains, lingering

Once upon a twelfth perigee