Within the wall were gates, once locked;
now turned to smooth, thin veils of mist.
As if a precious lover came and kissed
your eyes and changed your mind that way.

A healing touch of loving hands.
A twist of fate. A hope that spans
the cosmic, ever-changing feel of life.
And all the walls come tumbling down.

As chaos intervenes and schemes.
The path is forked and ever widening.
Decisions never made, but just implied.
To seek but never find the reason why
their lives can seem such hell, but then,
the sky...!

Colors streaming - light through darkness beams.
Opening those hearts once closed to dreams.
When suddenly, the alien is intimately known.
On inner paths set down that we may roam
down ancient paths of mystery and magic.

The darkness lifts; the light more than fantastic.
In a repentance that creates a kind of glory.
Never owned, but part of every story.
Told by those whose words contain the tone
of music blending in the great unknown.

Source of birth in endless variation.
In paradox, the seed of all creation.
The mist seeks out the morning sun.
And here we find our soul, the one
and only truth that we may ever find.
Here, where love envelopes even mind.

Waiting for our eyes to close
and for that drought of deepest breaths.
Exhaling slowly, watch the parting mists.
Discovering that magic still exists.
No matter age, nor wealth, nor health.

Equality comes clear within the depths.
Hearts opening like wild flowers
to will away the weight of hours
and bring us back to loving at its best...

? Michaelette ?