Dew upon the grass at dawn
It sings the lovers' songs -
in rainbows dancing lightly
through the air.

Passionate, the birds take flight
within the feel of living light,
and oh, the view expands;
perception ever altering
the world that used to be.

Gently, gently, lay her down
and love her tenderly.
Precious moments of delight
will lead to ecstasy.

You ask so much of her
within your kiss; no less
than everything she is.
Would you leave her empty
then, without a seed to bring
into the living light?

Opening, she lets you in.
But tell me, when the night
draws down, will she sleep
alone again tonight, with no
more than her tears? Or
will you dream upon the
endless seas of energy
with her instead...?

Dark or light?
Oh no... the colors of
the in between - as heaven
come alive again within
her gentle touch....

? Michaelette ?

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