I know the title's a bit dated, sappy, and overused, but for lack of a better one it is called

 

.On A Dream

 

           Awaking from a dream

And during that journey of scene

Was nothing grandeur, horrifying

Nothing garishly gleaming

No subterranean cities I found to be ruling

No way of radical being

No numinous of life, or love, or death,

It was simply of another,

Jubilant, and at my side.

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