Aged and despairing, she
within her memories; her one true love
too far away to see. Across the living,
breathing seas, he waited for her there.
Knowing beyond mind, that at some point,
she would return to him complete.
Wings of an eagle, the spirit of flight -
he always was her
soul's one true delight.
She is at the edge - the
of that reality she held so near and dear -
about to venture to those unknown realms
of all deliverance of pain. Ecstasy is calling, so
minutely into her; as pain pills lift her from
that killing misery of used to be,
but never quite come true.
Yet she is coming to that
of all that's floating free again,
at last, within the starlit indigo;
loving in a purity of innocence
come real. Most others seem
to think that she is dying -
is it only I that can perceive
her graceful flight into the
realm of living love again...?
? Michaelette ?
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