Rising of a Memory

A walk in the park; childhood forever
lingering in these misshapen hearts. Do
you really feel so different than the past,
now that you've spent those endless years
eternally forgetting who you are, while
rushing toward a future that never came
to feel quite real at all?

You walk in an abeyance of the spring,
that used to make your feet want
nothing more than just to dance. You envy
all of those that proved within the courage
of their letting go, that to feel those great
emotions was as real as life could be. Instead,
you merely watched emotions bouncing off
the shields that you created - observing them
and lingering; heart poised, like a child's
nose against the cold of a December pane
of glass, as Christmas treasures sparkled
in an ambiance that lay beyond his reach.

A skip, a beat - oh fear that never came
to dance at all - why do you quiver so
at just the rising of a memory...?
When it is here, just here,
that all the love you never knew
becomes itself again eternally...

? Michaelette ?

9/8/2001
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