Hues of Mist

Reaching in, enveloping the cliffs,
the multi-colored hues of mist
came stealing from the sea.
Particles of moisture seeking form.
Dream into reality, the world
would be reborn.

Some people only heed the words,
not bothering to note the toll that's paid.
Not noticing the way each interaction
leaves emotions rolling in a growing wake.
The sirens know the secret of a sound.

Vibrations that go on and on and on.
Feeling moving through the heart and soul.
Inflection in the rising tide, affecting everything.
Deflation as the tide rolls out again.
Simply stated, we are what we feel.

Ideas come and go in constant change.
Consistently, we lose all that we gained.
Constantly, it's time to start again.
Reaching in, enveloping the cliffs,
the multi-colored hues of mist
came stealing from the sea....

? Michaelette ?

12/27/2002
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