Sweet song of coming home
slowly fades into a misty sunset dusk;
glad greetings on a tide of air as every
nesting family gathers in a harmony of
love and life divine – their melodies
resound to echo out in everything.
Feathery clouds of white
tapestries within a fading aura of
the light; long beams of sunlight
streaking as an artistry of hues in
beauty brushed so lovingly
across the sky.
Oh, springtime eve, live
on in me
forever. Emotions rise on high,
no longer falling deeply into us;
while a gentle breeze accompanies
sweet songs of coming home
within the leaves that gently rustle
air that moves them through
and through it all.
Sphere of ancient fire
into forever, so gently do you touch
the moon with mystery; that sees us
into dawning light just when the
song of morn again becomes
the song of you...
? Michaelette ?
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