A Dream

A dream, but was it just a dream?
A vision, startling clear within
a sphere of living, loving energy.
To heal the world, no more,
no less would do.

At the core, the center-point,
a glowing shade of white began
the ultimate in healing.
Blending into pale yellow gold
and growing strong.

Ah then, the rosy hues of dawn,
so vibrantly alive with love;
a silent sphere that sang its tone
throughout eternity.

The violet and indigo
begin to reach a peak.
And all we ever used to be,
against this strength, seems weak.

Ah then the blue of skies so bright,
another angel takes to flight
drifting in a cloudy dream
of loving healing.

A dream, but was it just a dream?
A vision, startling clear within
a sphere of living, loving energy.
To heal the world, no more,
no less would do.

Can we make this dream
into reality...?

? Michaelette ?

2/15/2002
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