Are golden yellow threads that intertwine universes
they fly me on the shimmering blue wings of swallows
show me moon dreams, smile silky mimosa blooms
and they play with me under starlit summer skies.
They appear at random, defy my own stubborn will.
They unite me with an omnipotent source, the sacred Word;
its archaic meaning is beyond human comprehension
yet its simple rich sound evokes memories of a past,
of a distant planet where simple raw emotions exist.
The word sets the night on fire and ignites soulful passion
a deep hum resonates in the future, a billion years away!
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