Of mee, thy love, hast thou such wonders seen,
Though many true, hast not thou seen these all;
Hast not, my dance as stole thy breath away,
So long before and far removed from thine.
Imagine thou what doth breathtaking mean,
If watch me dance thou wouldst as watch me fall.
And long before, this beauty I convey,
So lovely, this I played, who’s bow were mine.
And this, by thee unheard, and thee unseen,
Hath made the harsh to weep, the weak to pall.
Yet heard, hast thou, my song most every day;
And seen thou, throngs, as water turned to wine….
And yet, thy mien my love, could angels thrall;
One day, in Heaven, show me these divine.
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But I remember when I dream.
You were there when my bow was agile and my fingering was sure. You were there even more clearly when my dancing spun with light and joy and when my dancer’s body was so strong that I had no actual awareness of the measure of that strength.
I remember when I dream.
And now I remember when I think back…
There are some blessings to this state in which I find myself~~ and so there must be a heaven.
I remember.
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There is heaven in reading this, Beloved.
It is beautiful but full of such longing…
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Wonderful! Beautiful!
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Thank you so very much.
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