Winter Dreams

Freezing cold, then burning up.
Reason bold, then passion's bout.
Who are we, that we feel
so much inside?

Temperate, the days gone by.
Summers singing lullabies.
Breathy whispers on the breeze.
Melody of sparkling leaves.

Laughter, bubbling and bright.
Gentle waves, the dance of sprites.
Silky tresses falling down.
Dew upon the grassy mound.

Winter dreams of springtime nights.
Sensuous, a living light of love...

? Michaelette ?

2/16/2002
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