As taught,
I live in the layers.

Until
they become
too suffocating.

Then I move
to the place where
my mind unveils
and my body fades
to nothing,

shedding the layers.
I dance as dreams pour
into the river
around me.

Brushing its surface
with desire,
I caress the river.

Moonlight enfolds me
in a silken cloak,
soothes me like a newborn babe
with milky smoothness.

The wind renders a seductive strain
as the stars spell out words
in languages
my tongue did not used to know.

My voice becomes an angel's voice.
I sing with abandon.

When the song is complete,
I return to the layers

They are not so oppressive

Between the layers,
I hear the song
for awhile...
      
       for awhile...
            
             for awhile...