I choose light and wind.
I choose the me in it.
I am the ring in it,
Ding in it.
I choose the love-laughter,
The dance and mine, my heartbreak--
Still dances, still dancing,
Dancing in the window.
I will live and feel the wind.
I will weep in the arms of now.
We are strong and my angel's
voice lights a dreaded dawn.
Gentle hand, she rests upon me,
On my cheek, we are sweet.
When one dies, we all ache.
That is the chill in the rain.
Yet, I feel the surge of life,
Invoke her fire-studded strut.
We are her iridescence.
We are together beyond death
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