Afterglow

Surreal, the moon above the snow.
Caught within an afterglow.
Easing in a molten bliss of light.
Beyond the undulations of twilight.
Where peace descends to make amends
for all our fear of flight.
Healing hearts too full of humbled sighs.
Spreading out the magic from on high.
Reaching in. Releasing pain.
As if a gentle reign of healing
had come to pass through us tonight.
Beneath the moon, above the snow.
Basking in the afterglow - of one...

? Michaelette ?

1/10/2005
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