As True

Heart grown weak,
yet still it speaks
a rhapsody of love.

Attentive to the little things.
The rain upon the window pane.
The wind that blows so openly
through all the falling autumn leaves.

One foot placed ahead,
and then the other.
Slow but sure,
the earth responds to her.

The world as it was
is wavering as up above
comes down to take the place
of down below.

While still she dreams
the in between as love.
There is no need for competition
when the loving is a given.

Her family, the greatest love of all.
No matter the agendas of
a newborn generation.
Still, she loves.

Even as the tread wears thin.
She feels the way the world spins.
And watches over all her many children.
For here, there is no need to make amends.

The love flows free.
Her destiny.
Her spirit flying high
as all her cells begin to die.

Natural, a tear escapes.
As unknown regions incubate
within the love she always knew
as true...

? Michaelette ?

10/5/2003
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