We Choose

So much left unfinished
So much left undone
Never a moment of peace to be found
Silence echoes, barely out of reach
Spirit longing for the power of speech

Air waves aquiver
Nerves on the blink
Thoughts spiraling into infinity
No meaning left, no great desire
How will we quench that inner fire now?

Humming buzz within the ear
Autumn breeze so cool and clear
Dissolving all the endless fear
At last we choose
To fly away again...

? Michaelette ?

10/11/2001
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Take me home...