Sirens calling, air to mind
defense falling far behind
as every pore
begins to open out
and new and everlasting tapestries
are born of our imagination
taking form
just as the morning dawns
for all who are awake enough
to see
the interweave of all eternity
A message written on the wind
blowing now throughout the
skies of life
within the feel of hope and
love
hidden deep within the strife
of everyday
as a love of inspiration takes
to flight
to light the night in starlit
seeds
and future is born
of these threads that have
been torn
from habits' patterns
as sirens take the dense and
staid
dismembering the image laid
upon the altar of the mind
while one lost and lonely tear
demolishes the fear of the
unknown
drawn from depths that show
each shadow once unknown
is but the seed of every new
tomorrow
and heaven's height joins in
as visions swim in ocean's
depths
uncovering the point where
width
becomes an endless spiral
in the wind
where words are whispered
sweet and clear
of beauty drawing near
within the sound and the sensation
of a feminine vibration
as sirens calling in the air
give voice to feelings bared
that all might see
the power and the majesty
of that mighty miracle
in every expression
of love
?Michaelette?
1/13/2000
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L. Romano
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