Flesh and Fantasy

Like a river running to the sea,
the flow of flesh and fantasy
believes itself to be the everything.
While in the shallow waters lay
a salamander, born to play - no more
or less would ever linger on.

A ray of sun to warm the day.
A sound of feline interplay.
Yet there, just on the shore
the doe was drinking in the evermore.
Alert and poised, yet wise beyond
the predators, the vagabonds.

Fourfold, every vision spun
into the soul's reality.
Breeze flowing free,
inhaled and spent
within our innocence.

Like a river running to the sea,
the flow of flesh and fantasy
believes itself to be the everything.
While in the shallow waters lay
a salamander, born to play -
no more nor less would ever linger on...

? Michaelette ?



4/5/2003
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