Spinning You

It comes upon you, in the strangest places.
That feeling of impending dreams come true.
You never know just what to do, when all
the world is waiting there for you.

Denying all the tears and fear, you try
to amble on. Yet everything just seems
to come undone. At night, illusive dreams
keep you awake. For all that you had worked
so hard to make within - the waking world,
is falling down in you.

And no one is at fault. Not even you.
Life itself, perhaps - or all the schemes 0f
some great destiny that no one can foresee.
A deity that won't respond.
Invisible, the web is spun beyond
all that is known.

Watch that ray of sun as it meanders
through the morning mist. Do you think
it ever had one destination? Or could it be
its meaning lay - just there - in its meandering?
Touched and touching, seen and felt.
Unknown, and yet so very, very real.

It comes upon you, in the strangest places.
That feeling of impending dreams come true.
A gentle shift within the wind, and life
becomes divine. Just there, where
nothing's left undone - within the dream
of life now spinning you...

? Michaelette ?

9/28/2002
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