Our Wings

Echoes chime within the mind.
A sensuous involvement out of time.
Catching yet another stream
of unity within the dream.

Hearts beating with an ancient bliss.
If only I could kiss your lips again.
Imagining age changing
what must always stay the same.

An energy that lives eternally.
Moving us beyond staid sanity.
An opening of heart and soul
within the great unknowing whole.

Endeavoring a joint identity.
Sliding like the waves within the sea.
We move. We touch.
I've missed you so much.

We meet again
beyond the pain.
Then spread our wings
and set our spirits free...

? Michaelette ?

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