Soft and haunting, images
be so easily misunderstood.
Misty visions, outward movement
of the inner orientation.
Golden sands upon a sun-warmed
Man and woman, standing strong together.
No guile, no hypocrisy, for this is what
they really feel inside. This healing
that only love can bring.
Words become redundant
here. For all
that really matters is the awe and wonder
of the love that they've been blessed to feel.
And there, between just two, a little spark
of heart turns to a flame that never
came to know the word destruction.
Creation - oh, this co-creation
of it all;
blending and moving in streams of delight.
Pleasure, fulfillment, much more than just
flight. For here the logic of the ego and
the intellect are superseded, and blind
beliefs just suddenly become undone
without a choice at all.
No will, no want - just
to burn within the cooling flames
? Michaelette ?
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