Burning desire reclaims its might
to flame within the flesh of life
Seed entering into the womb
of all creative tendencies
that brings potential enery
into reality.

Magnificent, the fire flared
within the mighty gusts of wind.
He took it in and somehow made
the sweetest music play.

His voice, his hands upon the strings,
oh, how she sings with him.
The only lady ever welcome in his life -
his harp of magic-in-the-making
that leads to ecstasy’s delight.

Words would flow from deep within
and out into the world at large,
long incubated in the vas
of his pure being.
Rising, crying out within
a sense of utter healing.

Still, he plays upon the wind,
this son of mighty Merlin;
for the threads of time
are endlessly complete,
circling back and coming round
to begin a birth of endings
once again...

? Michaelette ?

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