An Interlude

An interlude - the sensual still lives.
Beyond all thought of mired moodiness.
Marriage never was a two-in-one.
Rather, itís decision was decreed
in memories of ancient history.

Have you ever wandered far -
beyond the strife...? So far, that sun
and moon, and night and day, seemed
gathered in an even greater
something that is more.
The unity of individuality comes hard
to those who dare its great appeal.

Queen or king? A pauper or a pawn?
What is it that their lives are built upon...?
If not the sense of numinous
enveloping our souls.
And so, the feelings stole into
their spirits once again.

Unwelcomed, and yet still,
the need was real. Oh, to feel
that overwhelming sense of innocence
just one more time. Mother-love that lived'
amid almighty fathers' strife. Ages of immortal
and yet deathly tones of great vibrations
rung in by their souls.

One alchemist that lived too long -
beyond the age when love was strong.
Was that the death of wisdom being born?
Calculations that could never reach a norm.
Electric currents never quite fulfilling
their true need. Computer systems
crashing in unearthly subtleties.

Nature called, but deep within
the here and now of their beliefs,
they couldn't help but feel
the faltering. Seen and heard
and touched - it seemed so real.
But oh, the fantasies that never dared
to reach beyond their minds' appeal.

Growing in the shadows, gaining strength.
Holding on to patience like the saints
that lost the feel of flesh so very long ago.
The knowing can't console them anymore.
Their intellects were only just another
closing door. Open it, and feel the scent
of loving in the wind.

An interlude - the sensual still lives.
Beyond all thoughts of mired moodiness.
Marriage never was a two-in-one.
Rather, itís decision was decreed
in haunting memories that died
in ancient history...

? Michaelette ?

6/11/2003
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