A Heaviness

A heaviness lies in the air.
It's overtaking everything
that once seemed buoyantly
alive and real. The wind
can't even hope to bend
the heaviness we feel.

Rays of sun are reaching through.
Yet even this is not enough to make
it really move. Civilized, we try
to think the heaviness away.
Another day, and still it looms,
invisibly in every room we live.

The night abides, and there inside,
the images are flickering in color.
Across the screen and into eyes;
through draperies that used to fly
into an openness. And there it
hides itself, invisibly. Yet still,
we feel it building day by day.

Now and then, we find a friend
who notices our suffering. A touch
of love brings great relief, but only
in the instant of its touch. They
move away, we lock the door again.
There are so few that we can trust
as friends.

The images are altering much more
than just the screen. They come again
in dreams that speak of change. It rains
again. The water falls in heavy veils,
yet still the air remains alive with just
that feel of heaviness. No matter
where we go, it lives there too.

A heaviness lies in the air.
It's overtaking everything
that once seemed buoyantly
alive and real. Unattached,
we cannot really seem to find
its meaning. Yet held within
a spell of charm, the truth
cannot be found.

A heaviness lies in the air these days...

? Michaelette ?

4/17/2002
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