Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
RumiDaylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Rumi