Of the Past

Pleasures of the past
revealed in the verity of retrospection
cast yet another variation to the winds;
where colors swirl and spin themselves
into a brand new shape and form,
demanding to be born again in time -
to fill the endless space of almost endings.

Familiar, this unending flow
of glowing gold within the deep
of ebony that speaks in hues so bright
that indigo begins to sight itself;
relating feelings left untold
for far too long.

Oh, need of ecstasy divine
to simply be alive again.
Defined and knowing in this sense
of utter innocence left in confusion;
as its power of desire fires
unending words of make-believe
into reality.

Glowing still, within a past
of cellular division that commands
we move beyond a life of reprimands;
to find within this motion of devotion
(living full within a life of unity)
the freedom needed to just be
ourselves within the agony and ecstasy
that must somehow precede
the great awakening of love -
felt in flesh and form again at last . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/27/2001
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