In the Wings

Time is an illusion.
Numb, the way so many
seem to make their way
through all those days
when love was waiting
in the wings of every
possibility they held.

There was a time,
a space, a place -
no more than this -
this moment that we live.
There was one life
that dared believe
in love - and once
upon time, it lived in you.

It came to you, so many times,
from such an utter distance -
yet now, somehow, that distance
has been breached. And there
is this space inside of you
that reaches always for that
love that ever lives beyond
the platitudes of right or wrong
society has given.

Heartbeats quicken, as your
soul ascends on angel's wings.
Magnetically, you're drawn
and yet forbidden by the errant
laws society has come to see
as real - yet now, the blindfold
is removed, from those - your
living eyes.

While all you thought as sure
becomes an ambiance that
stutters itself blindly through
the core beliefs that you once
held as true. Hard, so hard,
you strive to not give in to
that pure voice in you that
speaks of intuition.

Think and sense and feel -
within your life, these were
a given. Yet this, this intuition
seems to reek of insane prophecy.
And even your religion
has forbidden this to you.
Yet this one little voice is
gaining strength within you,
even as you strive to just deny
its endless truth.

They told you that your youth
would somehow magically
be turned into maturity - agreed
upon in age and body growth -
imposed by limits of an aggregate
of timed, recorded movements,
never known in depth at all.
And yet, how is that, beliefs in time
continue to bring all the worst
to you within those feeling realms...?

You've come to learn too much
about reality, to follow such as that.
This information age of great expansion
rarely offers any truth to you at all.
For you've lived the realms of love
beyond tomorrow. And no matter
any force presented, this place
within your heart and soul
speaks true.

There was a time,
a space, a place -
no more than this
one moment that we live.
There was one life
that dared believe
in love - and once
upon time, it lived in you.

Its denial is the only death
that ever becomes real within
a mind's belief that yet denies
the utterance that their own soul
must bring...

? Michaelette ?

5/12/2002
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