So Full of Love

I have grown so weary - this life I live
alone is not enough - no matter all the
strength I've come to find within the
blessing of these solitary moments.
Not now, when I have come to know
a life so full of love with you. People
come and go, and truly, they have
done their best to try to just appease
this misery I feel now that you're gone.
And yet without you, I still cannot
conceive a motivation to go on.

I rise and wake, I move and do the things
that everybody says I must; yet all the trust
I ever placed in love itself left here with you.
It matters not, the things I say or do, not
anymore. Even when I gaze into my
growing children's lives, I see the questions
with no answer, ever reaching out to find
this love of soul that seeks to be the heart
of each of us. Yet still, no answers that
I've found, have come to fill this emptiness
my heart beats in repeating rounds of all
that could have been between we two.

Because you see, in times long gone, I came to
grasp the mindset that you've based your life upon;
for even I have squandered much too much
upon the excess that success lives on. And
it seems to me that all they label as success,
has become no more than lack of loving
meaning in our lives - that ever seeks a new
and living fantasy, where love comes to
complete itself anew. For I have been here,
and then I have been there - and too, I've been
to many places that you never guessed
I might have lived.

It matters not, the messages we send; nor
even any mask that we have worn and shed
and come to wear again. For I have grown
too weary to go on - and this life I live
alone is not enough - no matter all the
strength I've come to find within the
blessing of these silent, solitary moments.
Not now, when I have come to know and lose -
a life so full of love with only you. And yet
you still deny me even this, without so much
as just a reason why...

? Michaelette ?

9/02/2001
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