She sees into another world
I never knew before.
Castles rising from a floor of clouds.
Great and sweeping crystal mists
in hues of gold and blue are kissed
with tints of roses growing without thorns.
Here the morning births itself again within the night.
And there, just out of sight, the world spins.
Flowing through an altered atmosphere.
You hear the hints of great celestial waves
of music playing endlessly in harmony.
Truth can be naked and
harsh and so cruel;
conceived in minds that never knew
the feel of I love you. Once upon a time we met
in fields of wild flowers. The clarity of air was
damp and wet. And yet a warmth of love
surrounded us. And there she lives, as loving
gives her strength to carry on. Within an other
world of tenderness...
? Michaelette ?
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