oh, to be dancing draped in golden rays
at the end of the world, among whispered things
is there no such place?
i do not wish to remain here
i am invited to the court of wraiths,
the letter scented with bergamot;
their halls are alight with merriment
and i am alight with an unspeakable feeling
if i squint, just so, i can see them -
dancing and dancing and dancing,
ethereal and kind, mischievous and golden
their gowns glittering like freshly fallen snow
but tonight, my eyes are wide open
and all magic escapes my notice
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
oh, to be dancing draped in golden rays
at the end of the world, among whispered things
is there no such place?
i do not wish to remain here
i am invited to the court of wraiths,
the letter scented with bergamot;
their halls are alight with merriment
and i am alight with an unspeakable feeling
if i squint, just so, i can see them -
dancing and dancing and dancing,
ethereal and kind, mischievous and golden
their gowns glittering like freshly fallen snow
but tonight, my eyes are wide open
and all magic escapes my notice
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