And So Did He

"Trust me," he said.
And the light in his eyes
allowed to her to believe
she really could.

"Love me more, I need you so."
and all the many paths she'd tread
just seemed to disappear.
Even as the thread of reason
started to meander in forever.

He gave to her an image, incomplete;
promising he'd make her world sweet.
And once his weave was spun,
it was too late to think that anyone
could ever really help her dreams
create the hearth and home she needed
to embrace within reality.

She opened to him then, entirely.
Children born of ecstasy seem
such a precious prize. If only
they had learned the lessons
of becoming wise. And o'er the years,
the knowledge flared - the world of man
kept growing, overflowing - and extending
every intimate connection.

And yet they never found their resurrection
in the glory of an endless deity of ecstasy.
Rather, they entombed themselves within
a tome of mythic, mystic, moving, living,
thriving energy. Their lives became
the madness of no more than just
another spending spree.

The heirs - the children that they dreamed would be
their immortality, tossed and turned too deep
within their graves to ever really make a difference.
For their parents' memories had now become
no more than just another graveside repetition
of so much pain left unexpressed - of mourning
they denied and needed just their letting go,
that all the flow of life in love was left behind.

"Trust me," he said.
And the light in his eyes
allowed to her to believe
she really could.

"Love me more, I need you so."
and all the many paths she'd tread
just seemed to disappear -
and so did he...

? Michaelette ?

7/7/2002
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