Purely singing through the
of our unknowing, a single tone
begins to echo out; reaching and
beseeching heart to open yet again,
as spirits spin and weave
the dawning light of all tomorrows.
Harmony become a unity,
expressed within a symphony of
neednow being filled to overflowing,
for moon and stars are glowing lovingly,
in decibels that seed the dreams of spring
through all of being.
As just a tone (pure tone
unfolds itself in fields of light
that tenderly increase all aptitude;
releasing moods of utter ecstasy
to speak of all that once lay hidden
deep within the keep of indigo,
forever blending with a sense of light
moving and completing motion,
as the revelation of a tone
purely sings through mists
now made aware of love . . .
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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