Another Monday, gray the
Wet the mist - a giant loom
that weaves the ever changing sky.
Close your eyes and rearrange
they way you see it all.
Hear the voice, hypnotic,
Chanting in an ancient rhyme,
beyond all manmade thoughts of time.
Mesmerizing light begins to shine.
It's there, in you. Everything
and do can really make a difference.
Smile, and dissolve the sorrow.
Laugh and see that new tomorrow
softly slip into the used to be.
Another Monday - waken
and feel this love as true...
? Michaelette ?