Come to See

The sky is like a Colorado high.
Clouds rushing o'er the mountain peaks
that speak of sunshine hidden there,
in them. Wild flowers flirt and tease
the moisture for release.

Levels clash, and thunder rumbles;
lightning flashes out. And we are there,
within the clouds of stormy skies.
Reach out your hand and feel
the clouds as real.

See them moving round, about
your feet, the earth, the grass;
and there, within a rocky mountain
pass that leads to utter ecstasy.
The mystery, a hidden trail that
only you can see.

Moving on, within the storm,
still reaching for the peak;
where sunshine seeds your sight
with greater wealth. And looking
down, you come to see, your self;
wrapped in stormy imperfection;
mists of moisture glistening,
shining bright within extension;
perfectly and utterly - your self...

? Michaelette ?

3/28/2002
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