The Elements

Oh, the glory of the rising sun.
As if our dreams were spun of gossamer.
Time was never yours or mine to hold.
Moving on, the web was spun
of elements untold.

The will of man can't grasp the harmony
of all the synchronicity we live to know.
Amid the wild flowers grows
a heaven of ascent. Upon
the slopes where Aspens reach
to touch the living sky.

Another breeze, and oh, the lullabies
that sing there way into our memory.
The dark of night, a blanket sent
to ease our weary minds.
Water flows and visions fly
upon the winds of time.
It never was about the yours or mine.

Rather, the quintessence of us all
still calls us home.
Here, amid a life of fate,
that ever knew the gates
of destiny...

? Michaelette ?

4/5/2003
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