push against the pull of gravity.
An overbearing weight, still unconceived.
A center that attracts peripheries.
Balancing all life within its ease.
As charismatic powers play
into a seam of endless days.
Moving on into the setting sun.
Pulled back by the power of the one.
Battles fought are won and lost.
Earth's healing becomes integrity.
Feeling yet another rush of spring.
Held within her arms - to sleep, to dream
of floating in a magic tide of winds.
Where love is all.
Its spirit calls
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .