Plays On

Emotion grips the mystery.
Silently, a sense of awe begins to fill the void.
As if a sudden springtime sun impressed the lullaby.
And overnight, the bloom decides to be.
Aware of all eternity, the light will travel on.
The moon and stars and sun become
an opening into infinity.

Trees swaying in a blessed high.
The scent of grass, a happy sigh.
The symphony plays on and on and on.
Arpeggios, glissandos, with a tone of harmony.
Emotion grips the mystery again.
The feel of life can come to be a friend.
As silently, the symphony plays on...

? Michaelette ?

3/14/2003
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