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When spirits meet there is no thought Of earthly things that end in naught But in a purity of sparkling wine Enjoin to share of things sublime Created by a mind inspired By joy or pain. A spirit fired That sets to flight a creation new To fly as free as I or you A thing of beauty and power divine To taste as if ’twere yours or mine The nectar of the almond tree Ambrosia of the fat queen bee When spirits meet ’tis a meeting of Two thoughts enfolding something loved As pure as laughter in child’s delight Or Venus in a starry night With brightened eye they meet in joy In evening’s or fresh morning’s glow And …

You’™re spirit – not real Theory, not life With you there are no bonds nor bounds to words, colours sights or sounds Now here, now there You simply can be anywhere ‘˜Tween stars on moon, on earth or sun In infinite’™s infinite dark or light You’™re insubstancial, out of sight Come to me let’™s fly let’™s play In spirit’™s intangible night and day You’™re ethereal – perhaps divine ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  And what I create is yours, not mine