tugger
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DANCE
I only know this vision of you comes to me:
Under stars
Of a bright, black sky you dance
Barefoot on the shiny meadow.
Your eyes are closed.
Your arms are outstretched.
Your hands are gracefully limp.
You are no longer in need of breath.
You are hearing the perfect song.
If I wait,
The sun may never rise.
And I may never embrace you,
Your hair against my cheek.
And if I don't wait,
You may dissolve in my arms,
Leaving only the shadows
Of your words to comfort me.
--tugger
I only know this vision of you comes to me:
Under stars
Of a bright, black sky you dance
Barefoot on the shiny meadow.
Your eyes are closed.
Your arms are outstretched.
Your hands are gracefully limp.
You are no longer in need of breath.
You are hearing the perfect song.
If I wait,
The sun may never rise.
And I may never embrace you,
Your hair against my cheek.
And if I don't wait,
You may dissolve in my arms,
Leaving only the shadows
Of your words to comfort me.
--tugger