Withdrawn into Eternity

Withdrawing from the world that used to be.
Looking for a future life of love.
To rise above the merely ordinary.
Oh, angel up on high, uplift me now.

Be with me that I might see the wonder
of it all again - succinctly real within the feel
of all the love that you have lived through me.
That I may leave the rest behind and fly
through skies light blue into the indigo
and on into the multitude of hues you
really are.

Paint another living picture (There!
Across the sky...) that I might spy
the truth that underlies it all, again,
with you. Pastel tints that hint
of all the best that life can be -
so free - in ways that most
cannot imagine.

Commonality is not the core.
For I have traveled to the endless shores
of all eternity. What would you have me be,
in this return...? For normal never had
a chance with me. And a mighty need
is growing within me - so far beyond the ordinary,
that even my imagination somehow can't conceive
a path within the growing storms that come to be.

And there is this voice inside of me that iterates
a need to move beyond the hordes again.
Growing, even now, in decibels. Telling me
that freedom can be real within these cells
of flesh I am - into eternity - and yet within
the here and now that I have just been suffering
for all too long within the lines of time.

That voice - the only one that ever proved itself
as real - in and of and through this me
that I have ventured to become. And it tells me
that I'm not the only one who feels this way.
Yet habits of procrastination fill too many days.
While nights become the haunting ground
of all our yesterdays.

Withdrawing from the world that used to be.
Looking for a future life of love.
To rise above the merely ordinary.
Oh, angel up on high, be with me now -
unto forever - no matter where it leads.
Allow me just to be this love again...

? Michaelette ?

10/04/2002
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