White, the light of sunshine
on new fallen snow. Healing, the glow
so sweetly reaching to us from the
golden moon. The peak and
valley lie so deep within.
No matter joy or pain or
we reach to touch infinity, if only
for an instance of experience.
For love is here, and that makes
all the difference in the world.
The sparrows sleep this
their song become a dream; wishing
for the warmer days when milk and
honey stream so easily through all
of being. Day and night are melting
now - one into another.
We glide along a path of
colors in the air. Feeling all that's
blessed and warm is surely waiting
there for us to know. Yet spirited,
the force of gravity still seeks to
hold us on this earth.
Envisioning a painless,
of so much more than angels' eyes.
Hush, my sweet, we incubate the
future in our hearts...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home...