Back to the Mists

Moving through the many moods of loss and gain.
Focusing within the center of the moving pain.
Lightest mists turned swiftly to
a heavy downpour of the rain.

Lightning crashes, thunder roars.
Bittersweet, the feel of more.
Too much, and mind disintegrates.
Not enough, then hang it on the fates.

Anonymous, the source of life in form
lives on and on, no matter death reborn.
Cycles of time and of learning to cope.
Understanding turned to hope.

Spirals of life, and the wax and the wane
of going quite insane.
High and deep, the turning of the tides.
Swells of sleeping seeds and lullabies.

Nurture this, and walk on that.
Live the feel of aftermath.
Loving never came to choose a side.
In unity of hearts, it must abide.

Moving through the many moods
of loss within the gain.
Focusing within the center
of the moving pain.

Heavy downpour of the rain
turned back to the mists
of heaven's kiss again...

? Michaelette ?

6/22/2002
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