The clouds of gray
become a silver hue
of sunlight singing
joyously of love
as rainbow colors
radiate right through
the all of us

Reflection of reflections
you and I - reality
within this jeweled state
of utter being

and now, my love
we shine so bright
radiating love
that skies of night
become alive in us

for we are
a basking light
of flame
of fire
one pure and utter
deep and high desire

that envelopes all that's in between
in one true moment of this love so true
and still, and always, here we are
forever playing
on this stage of destiny

two strings upon a violin
become just one
pure note or harmony . . .

?Michaelette?