Drift Alive

Prosaic fantasy,
unaltered by our wish or will
instills our nights and days
with stark, unchanging emptiness
as habit makes our every move the same
mere players in a game
we never reallyhad to play at all.

Hearts beat in silent wondering
listening to shadows speak
of all that spirit holds
within these days of night unfolding;
waiting in the shadows
to behold the light of day,
dreaming peacefully of our arrival;
rising as it falls within a moodiness untold.

Feeling every little thing that we refuse to see
touching an eternity of dreams half spun
waiting - for each of us to raise the call
and drift alive, into a dream come true . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/28/2001
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