Within the mists of all untime,
enchantment reigns, a spell sublime;
weaving, from the source of life,
a tapestry of pure delight.
Hours powered by a cyclic
Anciently, all life begins again,
within these skies of indigo and blue.
building like a cresting wave,
and melting into golden shores.
The tide is turning, evermore
searching for a happenstance
that might beget a living harmony.
Life is lived, the heart beats on;
the die outcast, the colors spun.
The seagull knows the worth
and there, within the breath of all creation
it feeds the mighty splendor of just being.
Movement born, a perfect blend
of life within enlightenment...
? Michaelette ?
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