Eternal Return

Cycles play in variation
returning ever to the seed
of soul's becoming
as gently now, a great hand plays
sweet songs on strings of heart
beating to a tune
found deep within

in secret chambers that draw out
the days of our decline
awakening a love that's so divine
we drift through days and nights
of our unknowing

seeking endless bliss
in other worlds, beyond the real
where to touch, to sense, to feel
is everything

Exquisite, this experience
of life returning to the core
the center of existence
there, in other worlds
and in our hearts


Copyright© 1999 Michaelette L. Romano
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