I dream of light and souls suspended - night after night.
I wake somewhere between pain and exhilaration.
Energy transforming me - I rise.
I witness the prism of color emanating from a man's soul.
Beautiful beyond words - I soar.
Love - pirouettes through the sands of time.
How is it that I hear his voice and feel his life's passion?
Logic suspended - we never met.
I pray I have not transgressed.
Resonant journey within. Who may ascend the mountain?
Mystic energy flows - the plane in my dream departs.My heart is pure.
Above reality I dangle.
The voice, my guide? Says take the journey and trust.
A thousand years of love, I absorb.
A flood of memories - not mine - but mine nonetheless.
Energy ignites the senses. Wiley red moon glows.
Nothing is as it seems. The windows of the soul have opened.
I hear my voice.
The imprint - indelible. Transformation begins.
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