This Love

Springtime joy within the voices
singing sweetly from the trees.
A melody, a memory of love.
When all that was above comes
dancing jubilantly from the earth below.
Rush of thunder stilled, at rest.
Rising to another crest of cloud.

White, the billows floating through
the skies that wink in prescient blue.
Leaves budding with a love of everything.
Nonspecific, rimmed in gold. A nimbus
of the seasons tells an endless tale of
love's reality. White hair blowing
in the breeze, she dreams.

Moments past present themselves
more poignantly within their loss.
Sparkling like diamonds held
behind her weary eyes. She
finally realized, love never dies.
A wind blown kiss. A sense of bliss.
Her dreams kept turning back into
the only truth she'd ever known -
this love created by the earthen
spirit of all life...

? Michaelette ?

4/7/2004
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