her live high in the fields of mind.
Wild flowers growing in the meadows beyond time.
Old lovers come anew to meet her there.
Her mother's love extending everywhere.
song of rocks imbedded in the brook.
The water, in respect, would flow around.
Inebriated bubbles laughed, and took
a leap of love into the pond.
never passed, it merely seemed
to change its mortal name. Another frame
of ecstasy arranged itself within her reveries.
So let her live high in the fields of all mind.
worn and then discarded.
Spirit living on and on and on...
? Michaelette ?
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