We have to love some one -
but will it ever, only be just one or two,
in more than just a universal way...?
For love seeks the reality
of all that is most personal
and intimate in each of us.
And how often do we speak the truth of this?

Habits fading into those vast.
ever-altering dimensions.
And oh, the endless colors of the light.;
held within this crystal of compassion.
Living still within unending moods of just
the feel and sense of passion's flight.
What have time or age or place to do
with the eternity of this equation...?

How many of them set their goals on nothing
more than all that felt itself to be secure within
a failure - there in the greater sense and scope
of popularity? The star is falling, endlessly.
Seeking only for a grasp of this reality. Why
do so many choose to close their hands
into a fist, just when the gist of all that is,
falls down to offer itself unto them...?

Each of us, we have to love some one -
but will it ever, only be just one or two,
in more than just a universal way...?
The answers float forever -
in the wind...

? Michaelette ?