Pouring Down

Numbing cold, the icy needle reaches for the vein.
Within a chill, the rain comes pouring down.
The music of a life in surround sound.
Echoing, the patterns of release will beat
upon the window pane.

Sane cannot exist without insane.
Whatever is, resides inside the mind.
Whatever breathes must feel life's great appeal
within an ever-changing sense of what is real.

Yesterday can never be again.
Cherish all the blessings of a friend.
Open up your heart and then
begin the great acceptance of it all.

It's easier, beyond the sanctioned walls.
Free, the spirit takes to flight.
Love, the essence of delight,
lies in each desire to spread
those spirit wings and fly.

A golden ring, a string of blinking lights.
Warmth of hearth so diligently tended.
Take the time. Repair the rhyme
just drifting in a sense of cosmic time.

Numbing cold, the icy needle reaches for the vein.
Deep inside, the rain comes pouring down.
The music of all life surrounds our souls within
a tone that reaches through eternity.

Echoing, the patterns of release
are tapping gently on the window pane.
Whispering, the great repeat:
'Open up your heart
and love again...'

? Michaelette ?

11/19/2002
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