Dancing, heavenly music surrounds me,
a trance, trumpet blasts from my soul,
a cacophony of a symphony, warring happiness,
all but memory, not the future, do I see,
Veils gently wrap my heart my soul,
some silk, some cotton, linen or damask,
toes stepping unravelling me, my own,
a searching light to see me naked, whole,
Competing tunes in tempos swift,
colours drift apart, together,
bind, unravel, and turn me round,
soft, gently, hands give me a lift,
Turn and turn I do, naked now,
new swaddling cloth I wear,
see through nylon silk and mesh,
applause; I take a bow,
Glorious light, my blindness sees,
I dance, new music do I hear,
beneath my feet the wrappings,
begging dance, I hear their pleas,
New in light and colours, silk and satin,
the veils of seven join, we flirt,
all is dancing, in joy in wild abandon,
Rumba tunes, Scheherazade, and Latin,
The lamp fusing twirling smoke and mist,
to heaven dance in colours magic,
in join all the veils, wherein my soul,
my heart then, by an Angel kissed,
A vine of angel flowers pure and white,
fragrant garlands cling to me,
Cover all I am, all I’ll be,
fused together in the light.©07/02/2010
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