Cycles

Bridges burn.
I'm feeling free.
Spirits fly
o'er dazzling seas.

Cycles turn.
The seasons interlace.
around the thoughts
of time and space.

A whiff of green and growing things
brings spring alive with memories.
There was a time when you and I
shared love.

Cycles turned. Events and other people
burnt the bridges that we'd built.
We wonder how it got so out of hand.
I'll never know just why you ran away.

And now I only pray
for love's forgiveness
to enter into life
yet once again...

? Michaelette ?

8/2/2002
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