Away Again

Few the words it takes to break
a mood, a spell, a concentration,
as feelings rush away again
to rise another day.

We seek the source of pain
even as it runs away to hide,
venturing only to the edge
but never past the brink -
where change begins to
come alive in this reality.

And rainclouds come to drop
their gloominess into our lives
gray and heavy with misunderstanding;
needing just to weep
yet not allowing this release -
oh no, not yet.

For the pressure is still rising, rising,
almost reaching for the peak
but never quite arriving.
And few the words it takes to break
a mood, a spell of incubation
as concentration drifts away
into the dark of our unknowing
once again.

When will we take the time
to find the light in which
we finally see it true...?

? Michaelette ?

3/06/2001
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