The Tides

The tides are turning.
The sun and moon and stars,
within their course,
have finally stopped;
to take a breath
of air so fresh,
it changes everything.

A pause, and then
the world begins to spin again,
right back into itself.
Finally free to be
within a unity of form.

For thought alone
can not withstand
the power of a dream
becoming real.
And love is the mightiest
dream of us all.
Reviving and arising eer again
to heal all the many pains
we feel...

? Michaelette ?

3/31/2001
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