The White of Flight

Gentle coo of morning doves.
A flash of cardinal red.
Sparrows singing endlessly ahead.
And oh, the white of wings in flight
gliding gracefully into
those realms of pure infinity.

We need to fly again upon
the endless winds of time.
Meaning found in every reasoned rhyme.
Search and find a touch of paradise.
Created by the few that are heart-wise.

At the edge of light, the shadows play.
Speaking softly of another way.
Listen, can you hear the chimes...?
Echo of enchantment drawing near.
A realm where every choice is very clear.
The heart of light is beckoning
beyond your dalliance.

Gentle coo of morning doves.
A flash of cardinal red.
Sparrows singing endlessly ahead.
Let us once again become
the white of wings in flight -
gliding back into infinity...

? Michaelette ?

6/25/2002
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