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[ananda_daydream]

the moon is wreathed in a soft pale gold
  glowing only as a faded sun
and here the soul begins to slip away
  in gentle clouds that softly shimmer
  their light leaving faint trails through the dark sky
     as fingers drawn across velvet

dappled shadows reach for me
   slim fingers brushing my skin
      but I shy away from their caress
      as you whom I never wanted to know
         you who tore my life in two
      carry your hated stench into my world
so I run into the arms of music
   my heart sheltered by its comforting wings
   and lifted from this place