was a silence calling out to me.
The shadows seemed to spawn eternity.
In light and life and hope and joy.
As if no life could be destroyed.
Yet still, I had to watch my mother die.
By all the thoughts of men's persuasion.
By anger and wrath's vision made too real.
While all that I was made to feel
still seemed to come to naught.
The visions and the dreams of light.
The healing found in starlit nights.
When moon and stars reached into me
and bid me see reality anew.
Yet even now, within my sorrow
I know the sun will bear tomorrow
into evermore. As past and future
become one. The moonshine whispers,
all undone. It seeks to lead me back
into her arms...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .