A Phantom Music

A Phantom Music
 
Music this place, hearts do dance
Hidden your face, beloved phantom of grace
 
Beloved, your music lays about
Phantom, souls do weave, and your hands mold me
 
Dear Phantom, music is your home
Bodies sway, nose to neck 
 
Phantom embraces, music his instrument
Enslaved heart, he touches me
 
In darkness, his music I hear
The phantom lover holds me dear
This poem is about: 
Our world

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