Ancient Dreams

Memories of ancient dreams
arise now in the sacred streams
that channel moisture to the Earth
in every drop, a new rebirth

for Sun on high is touching down
and ice melts as a cycle rounds
this sacred ground of earth, this flesh
while eternity is intermeshed

in us

each drop of dew becomes a sphere
reflecting light so crystal clear
visions are reborn to us
now real at this great cusp

and love is born again
for this cycle never ends
of mystic and of magic without end
alive on Earth and then

future's vision is your gift to me
and we connect to all infinity
within this love we share
just taking time to care

in memory and dreams' reflection
reaching out in adoration
letting go the past that we may be
the now of future fantasy…

? Michaelette ?

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