Reborn

The room disappeared

in a velvet daydream,

sounds held sway over us and

we hid inside a butterfly wing,

carried over hill and dale

until the fragility of our host

could hold us no more,

then music was our guide

and our emotion,

it was just for a moment

and the ghost that was

that instant will haunt us always,

but the haunting will

be glorious, with no pain,

and it will penetrate our bodies

and leave us fulfilled, and reborn.

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