I smelled the smell,

does it smell here-

his gaze

warm and blissful.

He comes to me

dressed in dew,

heralds the morning

and leaves rustle.

Do you carry the light?

Though you are still

so immature,

so young with my heart.

But still

familiar hearts,

beating with

a familiar rhythm.

Already.

Once upon a time,

when in our dreams,

meetings were,

lights of unity

and fate to come-

because, I know you

and you recognize me.

The flame is not light,

we are carrying together.

But the light,

it lights the way for others.

And we are in it together,

we will smolder

and change the purple radius.