Of Recall

I come to you, now unadorned
stripped of masks of make-believe
in order to conceive reality;
where honesty of heart and soul
abide within a field of great
emotions; ever seeking just to
find their way back home again.

I feel and then I follow,
wherever spirit comes to lead,
and yet I find the ultimate
of fantasy surrounding an illusion
of an infinite experience;
as now itself is found to open out
into the past of future grounds,
astounding in the scope
of past reality.

Is it merely memory arising...?
Verifying and redeeming
feelings of the past now streaming
out and then into eternal realms;
where angels swell within prolific
music streaming from the meaning
of each new beginning, singing
through until the end
begins itself again;

Within our touch, as cells receive
the beauty and the meaning of it all;
flowing down from heaven's realm
yet unadorned by scent or sound,
feeling the majestic power
of recall . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/22/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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Take me home . . .