Like a light mist onto my skin,
as subtle, frail and glowing as moonlit dove feathers
a veil floats behind me, embracing my neck
twice, thrice, numerous times
caressing as a breeze
your voice, melodious and low
enchanting, tantalizing...
natural as the sky
[blue]
/i long to dance
once more
to sense the night ceremony
in orientalist instrumentation/
tonalities drop under a cloud
the moon plays hide and seek;
in the atemporal setting
we found each other
though the looking glass,
the vividly framed mirror,
somewhere, in a dream
