The Singing Sonnet

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There in the gentle space all filled with light,
glass windows, stained with luminescence, shone;
the steeple traveled up to graceful height
above wood beams and floor of peaceful stone.
Throughout the golden room flowed mountain air,
soft dandelion breeze upon my face;
away fled sadness and all dark despair
as I rejoiced at that Baroque embrace.
The choir then sang heavenward, in bliss,
each cherished voice a messenger of hope;
sweet notes of music in the sunset kissed,
and with my gleeful heart the song eloped.

For with each breath, the melodies in sync,
that sacred sound our souls had come to drink.