Soft and pliable, smile so gloriously
open to all, a melody lilting in silver
delight and golden sigh, rays of
magical light reaching all
Everything reflecting the golden shine:
brown as a rich treacle and white as
molten gold, black steadfast as back-
ground to offset all other colours
Changing water drops into diamond
tiaras and pearls, lightly the joyous
melody sang on, carried on dancing
feet never touching the ground
Filling open hearts, smoothing ruffled
minds, delighting as peace spread
over the land, tempests becalmed
for a sacred moment of time
As every heart paused to experience
the wonder that lifted their feet so
they felt free at last, waking up
afterwards with new memories
Of joy, longing to stay within the
glory that had been, convinced
someday they will hold onto it
until it fills
The emptiness within
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