Surrounding

Emptiness surrounding all she was...
Deep, the void; and dark, the intuition.
She stood just at that point where all
she never knew was taunting her again.

There was no book or magic incantation.
The magic always came from her relations.
Relatives begetting relativity, for real.
But now, the only feel that came from them was fear.

A great surround. Looking for one tiny space
that gave her peace of mind and heart and soul.
In emptiness, there's nowhere left to go.
And yet their fear was too much to be born.

Boiling, the pressure cooker needed to vent steam.
Roiling, the atmosphere began to bleed inside.
Denial was the mechanism of their many sins.
They never found the courage to begin.

And all the change that never came
left loving in a realm untamed, where
savagely, the mists would hide it all.
Until one day, the sunny sky
began to take a fall.

And emptiness surrounded all they were.
Deep, the void; and dark, the intuition.
They stood just at that point where all
they never knew was taunting them again.

Chaos leapt into their ordered lives.
All the good became the sacrifice.
Satanic rights and nights of sin.
Games of loss to taunt the win.
They lived it all in secret spaces,
smothering the hope of loving hearts.

There was no book or magic incantation.
The magic always came from their relations.
Relatives begetting relativity, for real.
But now, the only feel they knew was fear.

Fear of loss, of gaining less.
Fear of all the emptiness.
The looking glass had lost its lens.
No meaning lay in their intent.

While all the love they never knew
was waiting there for them. If only
they would dare the mists, and find
the bliss of coming home again...

? Michaelette ?

11/7/2002
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