Angels Sing

And finally we meet
flesh to flesh within the heat
of summer newly risen in
this universal spin

that whispers in the early morn
in mists, enchanting spirits born
as dew upon the grass so green
that speaks of all that life has been

and all that future holds
as sun in sky will mold
a new awakening
Listen! Hear the angels sing
of love

? Michaelette ?

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