Cross-Currents

High above the world-to-be
where the seed of new-made history
is created in the winds of time
in cross-currents of the rhythm-rhyme

of nature, as the clouds descend
to touch the earth, renew the trend
of growth renewed in each spring day
as then to now, we fly away

Reblending of the old and new
ancient wisdom of the few
resides in airy heights on high
Spread your wings and learn to fly

above the fear and sorrow there
as mist finds form in clouds that share
the ever-living song of life
where heaven takes the earth as wife

Aspen leaves aglitter in the sun
speak in the gentle movement spun
in every breeze, a story told
of roots entwined and branches bold

that reach for sky, for sun, for clouds
while rooted in the earth where life abounds
A masterpiece of creativity
form born of love within infinity

Life lives as every possibility
born in vast potentiality
of vectors crossing, as the wind
rises just to meet itself again…

? Michaelette ?

Copyright© 1998 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home...