The past is re-arising
in those echoed images.
Strange, the mixtures happening
as basic personalities expand.
The same, yet somehow different.
Modern, and yet anciently endowed.
Archetypally, genetic traits repeat
in images that echo in completion of
the whole that ever was before we came.
Gone and yet still living.
Moving on and on.
Life and love that's spun
just like the finest gossamer within
a fluttering of ancient angel's wings.
Love is here. No matter
things we think
to hold so dear. Hiding in the shadows
so the light could make it clear.
Echoed images in cyclic variations.
Nature chanting all her
Seasons change and yet remain the same.
Basic moods and attitudes that shift in mists
of ever, never was, but still will be.
And so will we...
? Michaelette ?