A tinkling of tiny golden
and the realm of faeries opens out
for night has fallen, so divine
that inspiration rings its way
right through the universe again.
Here, the magic of all make-believe
begins to form the gist of loveís reality
and we are there, perhaps slightly askance
of the ever dance of love in motion
yet still, beginnings must begin somewhere.
We watch the sparkling dance
of all delight
passion building in its tempo, quickening the dance
and feel the dazzling beauty of existence
as in our dreams we form creation
within the misty images
of our imagination.
Will we dare, upon the dawn
to act upon this wisdom of all heart...?
Or will we simply face another day
of yesterdays that never dared
to play this way at all -
choosing to refuse again
these golden bells
of heartís awakening...
? Michaelette ?
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