Mortal Eyes

The starry night was glistening
within each particle of snow.
It gleamed across a purity of
white and frozen fields of
enchanting fantasy.

New fallen particles of light
that took to flight within their
mortal eyes, following the
glittering that ever led them
closer to their home.

Distantly, a flute was playing,
teasingly arousing. Whispering
of sleepy dreams and moments
once experienced in other realms
of being, leading them into the
mystery.

Gently, gently, night is rising;
conquering the fall. Silently,
the endless dream repeats.
Soft shadows play a lullaby
amid deep pastel hues.

Anciently, the theme repeats,
reborn again in time, as love
and light complete themselves
in these, our mortal eyes...

? Michaelette ?

11/25/2001
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