Bittersweet

A flash of lightning struck
and you were gone;
oh, bittersweet, these memories
that you have left behind.

Wanting more, receiving less
and less and less and less
of satisfaction...

Deep waves of oceanic depth
that brought us to the height
of ecstasy forever moving
in and out, beyond the known
of past experience.

Where light is spent in innocence
as flesh becomes the feel
of all thatís real, not just
this emptiness of what
you left behind.

Wanting more, receiving less
and less and less and less
of satisfaction...

Dark, the indigo that seems
just the darkness of imagining
of all that could have been;
until one star, reborn in light
comes back into my sight.

Wanting more, receiving less
and less and less and less
of satisfaction...

Longing though, cannot abide
within the empty skies that scream
for no more than to dream
this love back to reality again -
and desire rises cyclically
just as the moon.

Wanting more, receiving less
and less and less and less
of satiation...

For a flash of lightning struck
and you were gone;
oh, bittersweet these memories
that you have left behind...

? Michaelette ?

5/5/2001
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