Airy Heights

Airy heights of beauty calling.
Light rays gently falling, falling.
Here we stand, absorbing everything.
What wonder sunshine always seems to bring.

Earth reaching out in humid mists.
The in between is always blessed.
Sun-tinted sketch of portraits in the tapestry we live.
The artist sees beyond the make believe.

Out of focus, dreams are born.
Startling, within the storm
live myriads of ever-changing hues.
What mystery the life of earth imbues.

Airy heights of beauty calling.
Light rays gently falling, falling.
Feel your spirit flying free, altering reality.
Forever's what we're truly meant to be...

? Michaelette ?

6/22/2002
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