Painís Oblivion

Too deep, this sleep of painís oblivion
that moves, unknowing through the deep
of nighttime skies that long to be aware.
Yet still, these dreams of light unfold
a tale so bold it must be told aloud.

First, within the sound of song
as birds reveal the secrecy
of once imagined realms
creating every sense of all divinity.
But then again, within
these images that form in tomes
of words weíve never
phrased just so before.

As one particle of soul
that only used to know itself
to be alone and thus imprisoned,
in solitary inner walls of isolation,
seeks to know itself again
within this universal span of unity.
And finds itself adrift
in the totality of all emotion.

For feelings need to speak themselves
in every mind that seeks
to just allow eternity
into this evolution.  Propounding
the sound of a tone that sings
in utter harmony - waiting
oh so patiently to be revealed.

Within a sleep of painís oblivion
that moves, unknowing through the deep
of nighttime skies that long to be aware.
While still, these dreams of light unfold
a tale so bold it must be told at last . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/27/2001
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