Into Mist

The memories were fading into mist,
untouchable and vague - feelings of
that greater love they shared become
no more than just a hazy maze of this,
the poverty of all his lone imagining.
The magic of past energy all spent
on something else entirely by him.
It's gone, she's gone. This time, she's
really, really gone away for good.

Gone, the light reflected in the summer
of her eyes for him alone; gone the endless
skies that ever opened out and in at her
command. Gone, the grand concession
that her autumn glory sang. Gone too,
the shimmering of sun across those great
infinities of vistas opening within the snowy
white of fields of ice. Gone, the sweet
vibrations of her living fantasy, and endless
nights of moonlit tides of living love (that
ever felt themselves more deeply into being,
just for him).

His eyes were going dim, as realization
dawned - "...and she is never coming back
again..." in any way at all, no matter what he
wanted, willed or wished. Love - fading back
into those mists that still refused admittance
to the one he'd come to be, who'd chosen
(all askance and out of character for him)
to go back to that prison once again - for this
was all his life would ever be (without her
presence), and life without her lay beyond
the realms of reasoning. For this life that
he had chosen (yet one more time again)
became the only real that he could feel.

This mist became evaporation, there, within
his heart and vital being. As daily, all the
logic that he'd deemed to be became the feel
of all surreality (only pain was left - emotional,
this realm she'd introduced in him - and thus
unreal to intellect, that force that he considered
to be mightier than any other thing at all) - but
then, why these feelings of her presence, so
eerily encompassed in him, even now (for real)...?
The memories were fading into mist,
untouchable and vague - feelings of
that greater love they'd shared become
no more than just a hazy maze of this,
the poverty of lone imagining...

? Michaelette ?

11/13/2001
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