Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

Birth Of A Mystery 5 July 2009


Spirit renewed, heart rejuvenated,
filled to overflowing by the energy
stream, a mystery hero came to a
heroine in a dream

Whispered of love and delight to the
tune of celestial music, too beautiful
to describe, the beauty of love re-
placing all darkness

The birth of another mystery, energy
inexhaustible, forever new, the new
dream always better than the one
which came before

This is the meaning of infinity: Love
never grows stale, perfection will be
replaced by something better, the
world will never

Stop evolving, the heroine still feels
the kiss of the mystery hero
upon her lips...

5 June 2009

Submitted: Sunday, July 05, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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