These Words

These words, that I have paid for
in so much more than just my blood.
These feelings ever rising out
into infinity. This is my life.
This is my being now.

I cannot be otherwise and be real.
I cannot be otherwise and be true.
Oh love, why do you look at me that way...?
There in wispy visions of those memories
of moments when we loved.

These words, oh how you loved them
in the once upon a time of purest mind
that moves through realms of death-defying
light. These words that so insistently became
an understanding of the darkness within you -
as surely as they had become the light.

The blessing and the curse.
The birth and too, the hearse.
These words of wisdom
understand it all...

? Michaelette ?

2/28/2002
Copyright© 2002 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home...