These chains that bind my heart were wrought these many years

by the Master that I loved...by he, and I.

This was my labor of love, to deaden my heart to you, link by link.

You call to me, plead with me to rise and dance with you,

but these chains I wrought so lovingly will not yield.

Yet, though I am bound, my ghost dances...

whirling, thrilling at the sight of you...and grieving.

I weep as I caress you with these insubstantial hands, and feel nothing.

Love, sweet Lady of my soul's desire, show me how to undo this death.

Let the blood flow again through these ghostly fingers,

that they might rest tenderly on your breast,

and feel not emptiness, but the pounding of your heart.

Let your breath be warm against my cheek, your hair soft against my lips.

Help me to forget for one moment that I am chained,

and I will leap up and dance, wild and grinning in the light of your fire,

and never more remember.