I died quietly watching the moon
Through the River’s wet veil
Feeling no longer warm nor cold
Sinking back into the nothing of One
Below the roots of the bridge
Long after I was never recovered
The Fugitives of Light pulled my body
Into the Boat of All My Dreams
Lovingly wrapped me in silk thread
Where I hung under the Rainbow
Peacefully gone until I found my wings
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