The Spirit of Love

Permeating all that is,
Spirit is forever.
Like snowflakes falling gently
down to fill a starless night.
Love is found within the
gentle ever-glow of light.

It knows not want, or need or pain.
Soft as mist, it plays itself aloud;
Drifting, like a soft white cloud.
Reaching, gathering, and letting go,
It flows forever.

An ingrained wave of possibility.
Too have it, all we need to do
Is feel it passing through...

? Michaelette ?

12/02/2001
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