New Age

It's different this time.
Ancient and shy;
Timid and wise;
Excited yet somewhat afraid.
But then perhaps it always
must be different to be new.

The ice is melting slowly
into rushing streams of life.
First blush of love;
First kiss of spring -
Oh, sweet moisture!
Morning brings it all
into a newborn focus.

Flush of sweat in
dreams of night
just as the angels
take to flight.

Awakening
into your loving eyes...

? Michaelette ?

1/26/2002
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