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Walk with me
through the sweet night breeze,
to a river of spinning gargoyles,
and mimes

into one body,
a harmony of whispered secrets, boisterous laughing,
and singing hearts.

Holding hands,
we’ll stroll the gentle, shadowy banks,
patrolled by batons of flame
and gliding black boats.
Tenders of the embers.

Hidden within a dance of sparks
we’ll heal ourselves
in pools of memories just created.

Here, our spirit is washed clean,
by fire

- Paul Allen Good