Moving Everything

Mother love and make-believe.
One lonely heart received the fantasy.
Yesterday's love in the wings of a dove.
Gliding o'er the guarded sacristy.
Imagination moving everything.

A ring of soft and golden light enclosed
the magic circle where they dwelled,
forgiving all their sins of mastery.
A sweet, soft sigh. A lullaby
of dreams so real, the feeling
must intensify inside.

Reaching out, it touched the light.
An e'er expanding feel of pure delight.
Sparkling, the sprites began to dance.
Still waters drifting in the wind.
Ancient melodies would spin.
Quieting the moving mortal mind.

Mother love and make-believe.
One lonely heart received the fantasy.
Yesterday's love in the wings of a dove.
Gliding o'er the guarded sacristy.
Imagination moving everything...

? Michaelette ?

5/24/2003
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