The night ascends, and
in its flow
a gentle sense of ever-glow
lives on beyond the tensions
of the day. It's here
that all
the lost and lonely voices
in our heads become the
dream.
It matters not, the sun
or moon,
for here, resplendent
need
becomes the meaning of
the
life we've come to live.
And
here, we come to know
the
depth of meaning.
Beyond our will or want,
desire and fire burn within
the
feel of heart that cannot
be denied.
Earth the stage, and air
the mage - that ever brings
our dreaming back to life.
For no matter what we choose
to think within the light
of day,
the night ascends, and
alters
everything...
? Michaelette ?
4/18/2002
Copyright© 2002, Michaelette L. Romano
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