Celebratory Dance (Blissade)/Egregori A wandering soul howls to the sky, forever through ages. I watch them sink from up so high, faint petals gently fall. Swaying with the coaxing shadows, light flecks each radiant flower Whatever night she finds beyond, her song will hold its' tune No matter how those words were fond, if lost they are gone too soon Dancing shadows taunt the daylight, in the darkness lingers sorrow
