The Shadows Dance
To the Music of Eternal Sadness
The Organ Reaches
For the Sound of Life
As it Echoes across the Valley
The People—Flat—
Ageless and Blank—
Their Stories not yet Written
And then the Scene—
Remote—Serene—
Vanishes, like it never Happened
But the Music Wades
And I hear Her Drown—
Beyond the Present Dimension
And what She Knows
Belongs to Shadows
Dancing, in Perfect Unison—
The Lake is Glass
The Sky a Mirror
The Moon, Silent, Reflecting
All that Is
And ever Was
Dancing, slowly, Dancing—
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