Spirit of the Dream

Sensuous, a silky breath of spring.
Awakening the spirit of the dream.
Another gust, the feel of lust
for life and love and all the joy it brings.

Sun sinking into pores of molten flesh.
High and low, it all must intermesh.
A gentle mist of clouds go by.
The soul takes flight within the sky.

Sweet song of birds that chimes through everything.
To open up and let it sing into the mystery.
Another gust, and all the love that's ever meant to be
awakens in the spirit of the dream...

? Michaelette ?

4/15/2003
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