Another Monday

Another Monday, gray the gloom.
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, calling you.
Chanting in an ancient rhyme,
beyond all manmade thoughts of time.
Mesmerizing light begins to shine.

It's there, in you. Everything you say
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 now -
and feel this love as true...

? Michaelette ?

9/30/2002
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