They stood there, hauntingly
White light a nimbus of delight that
only they could be. The graveyard
was transformed into a starlit paradise
of ecstasy, as particle to particle, they
came to touch again. Together, they
ascended then, as if on angel wings.
Just when, as if an echo
out into itself, a sweet, sad song
of love begin to sing itself to all
the world round. The dance began -
eternally - as love once thought
as lost was found to be
? Michaelette ?
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