Beyond Analysis

Words flow in streams amid
the waking power of our dreams,
where linearity is an unknown.
Rising from a center point,
that one true voice will ever
speak in truth.

Swirling in an early morn
of misty memories, we seek
to ease the strain of all we feel.
Sensations working overtime
within a blind of neural
abnormality.

Everything is changing, as we
seek to find a steadiness, while
movement ever lives to carry on.
When suddenly, a stillness echoes
out from deep within.

Reaching just to blend it all
in love. The good, the bad,
the in between - love must
encompass everything we are
or hope to be. For here, beyond
analysis, are dreams that must
become our destiny...

? Michaelette ?

3/4/2002
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