Nothing ever stays the
same, no matter how
we try to make it so. The ambiance, the glow
of love demands our constant alteration; within
this space and time of yours and mine. As a great
power of this mystery divine, bleeds itself through
all we ever thought that we should be; ever altering
each subjective attitude we hold.
And time moves on within
an empty space of
galaxies, forever moving through an indigo that
glows and flows itself alive, into each misty night
of dreams that seem so real - so real we touch;
awakening within an ambiance surreal, that
speaks into that inner ear where intuition tries
again, repeating endlessly, its chant of love
within pure being and the essence of this flesh.
Reality, this innocence
of sweet desire;
fire burning brightly through the endless
days of habitsí great demise. Fireflies
explode again within these dreaming nights
of yet another summerís great awakening;
teasing, pleasing every child to rise again
and play, no matter any age that time might
claim. Forever will this child of such divine
and natural affinity, live on within this
constant alteration of it all...
? Michaelette ?
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