Dream of Dreams

Are they angels then?
Souls that without flesh
have found a way to fly
into these loving skies
composed of dreamlike fantasy.

Reflection of reflections
door of ever opening
come to me, oh winged dream of night
enhance my life with
a touch of rapture found
in your essential presence.

Unrepressed and unredeemed,
great hope of love that lives forever,
rise in me yet once again
that I may feel the jubilance
and glory of this springtime singing.

Let me know it as each particle
of flesh fills up with pure delight
heated and so softly pulsing
ringingly into the atmosphere;
rising and then falling, peaking
calling tenderly in ecstasy.

Let my heart fly on your wings
into unuttered realms of salient blue
and let it all be true
this dream of dreams...

? Michaelette ?

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