No Matter

Another stroke of midnight tolls.
It used to be the bells would ring,
lost within a dream's remembering.
And yet, right now, the thunder rolls,
within the light's meandering.

A mystic moment, cycling right through
the great division of the me and you.
Dark the night, yet bright, the sun and moon.
How was it that you ever thought you
might remove the love between we two...?

Two to three to four - and growing.
Grand enchantment ever flowing
here, betwixt and 'tween it all.
The greatest fall from grace remains
the heart and soul and mind
denied exchange.

Another stroke of midnight tolls.
It used to be the bells would ring,
lost within a dream's remembering.
And yet, right now, the thunder rolls,
within one light's meandering -
and love lives on, no matter what
we do...

? Michaelette ?

6/20/2002
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