Heaven Bent

Old friends return, the memories are spent.
Dreams of love are always heaven bent.
Like rainbows arching through a cloudy sky.
Love never needs to ask the reason why.

Honor-bound, the dialogue begins.
Sun and moon and stars, eternal spin.
Crickets chanting down the whirlwind.
Silently, the pond lets sunlight in.

Sprites dancing in an endless feel of flight.
Sparkles that endure as they ignite.
Joint rejoinder - creativity.
Inspired by one love's infinity.

Old friends return, the memories are spent.
Dreams of love are always heaven bent.
The emptiness was never really real.
Open up your heart and feel again...

? Michaelette ?

9/8/2002
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