Clinging to Threads

Clinging to threads at this perilous height.
Lack of sleep through endless nights.
The need, the void, the emptiness
That once was filled with bliss.

Stretch to touch the stars again
And find them out of reach.
The need to feel your arms and then
To cringe at all your absence means.

The length of lost and lonely days
Flowing into nights of endless rain.
Dark, the clouds and stark, the lightning slash.
Quiet moments just before the thunder rumbles on.

Clinging to threads at this perilous height.
The flash, the fall, the fire's fading light.
The need, the void, the emptiness
That fills itself with pain.

The rain beats a refrain today
Upon the glare of window panes.
Funereal, the dirge of words
expressing all the need
left unfulfilled...

? Michaelette ?

6/17/2002
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