As Night Unfolds

Time does not exist
in realms of this creative bliss.
Invisible, the kiss of spirit seeking,
as minds are freed to dream
beyond the mists of all belief,
and come to know
of pure reality.

Incredible, this spell
of magic calling, falling
into every form reborn,
within one touch of loving warmth
that seeds the hope of dawn
with light that streams
beyond our dreams
into the magic of all make-believe,
and brings all of our lives
back to rebirth.

For time does not exist
within these shrouds
of misty images
that dream themselves
into a waking state
as night unfolds . .

?Michaelette?

1/6/2001
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