TITLE: fairy ring By veronica cressey 09/08/09 |
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May there be a time
when sorrow
knocks on yesterday
tomorrow's door will open
when all our dreams come true.
What is yours but mine,
What's ours is born
for sharing,
for the circle of
life's fairy rings
is worn by me and you.
May we then be still,
by savouring the flowers
wedded to the clay,
an hour before
early morning dew.
May the drummers drum,
while dancers
feel their steps,
may trepidation
find a home in nothing
but a memory!
May then, we all dance,
surrounded by all colours,
thankful
for the power
out of love and nothing other,
that is given,
love is true.
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