Of His Heart

Imprisoned in the chambers of his heart.
Alive and yet intangible.
Image of a misty dream
that never quite came true.

Conscious of a need that lacked
the means of its expression.
Abiding in a timeless place
that knew too much of age.

Retarded in her will to live and grow.
Regarded by the memories
that long ago grew old.
Imprisoned in the chambers of his heart.

There was no touch, no feel, no atmosphere.
Surrounded by unending pain
that never quite drew near.
Slow to fast, it skipped a beat
and echoed through her ears.

Magnified, his fear was overwhelming.
There wasn't quite a life left to her here.
Out in the world, it seemed as if
she'd really disappeared.

As all that she held dear was lost
within the empty chambers
of his heart...

? Michaelette ?

11/27/2002,
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