And Thee

Falling, falling, like the rain.
Becoming one with earth and sky and thee.
Opening, absorbing everything.
Silvered mirror of gathered water's sheen.
The sun and moon and stars are flying free.
Alternate realities amid the make-believe.
Magic dancing endlessly amid the falling rain.
Sun-dappled shade and lemonade.
To love an endless summer day
and thee...

? Michaelette ?

7/12/2002
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