Last night, I dreamt of her br for the first time in over br five years. br Her twilight face appeared, br a face which could neither love me br nor let me go. br The face she wore while br our love slowly withered. br br That face grew fainter, and br soon her sunrise face appeared: br joyous, kind, and believing. br The face I first met, br the face I will carry br to my grave. br Last night, br a dormant volcano br in Mexico erupted.