Sweet Song

Sweet song of morn
reborn upon an airy breeze.
Pure spring! Your voice
is calling me away
beyond the skies of yesterday;
where in this one and only moment
all future comes to be - dancing
wild and free and easily
within a spark of inclination
inspiring an ancient deity
to stir itself awake again
in thee...

? Michaelette ?

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