Creative Mystery

Silently, she covers her heart over.
Whitely falling, o'er the fields
of their barrenness. Icy blasts
of frozen memories are made
to shatter into tiny particles.

The DNA of mankind's mind
has never been enough.
Her misty dreams have died
within the lust for light that
always stands alone.

Where will they be, without
the strength of Her creative
mysteries...?

? Michaelette ?

1/31/2002
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