Song of time

I am the wind

from far away

sweet balm of ancient time

          I bear the gift

          of jasmine scent

          of rosemary and thyme

I am the sigh

on the edge of time

that reaches out to you

          I bear the gift

          of love’s sweet love

          that longs to make you mine

I am the echo

of a bell that rang

that once called out to you

          I bear the gift

          of all there is

          the song that Sappho sang

          I am the love

          from where you sprang

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