The End of a Beginning

Wheel chairs and cluttered halls.
Flowered paper on the walls.
While up on high, the ceiling flies away.
Florescent lights that shine all through
the lonely nights and days.
Empty stares amid the little
living that they share.

Where now the home that used to sing
with all the joy of newborn spring?
Where the worth and dignity, well-earned?
A commune filled with innocence and aging.
Sleeping in the company of strangers.
Reaching out in pain to no one there.
Settling within another stare.

Wandering in search of other realms.
Expanding past the physical and known.
Wisdom weeping tears in streams.
Where will you go? What does it mean?
Faint image of an angel waiting gently in the wings.
Arms opening within a heartfelt breeze.

A gentle touch, a letting go.
Particles of light that look like snow.
Mesmerized, the mind will find
reality within a dream come true...

? Michaelette ?

2/9/2003
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