Bound Within

Lonely angel, lonely soul.
Reaching out to touch the whole.
Bound within the sacrament of life.
Trying to resolve the utter strife.

Strange, how it all came down to a mother.
Father-love, so distant and so cruel.
Reasoned lies and alibis
to cover over all the rising fear.

Masks once worn and thrown away.
Essence rising up into another newborn day.
Dark or light, it never really mattered.
Depth or height, the center is serene.

Flying through the endless streams
of loving life that overflowed into
their mortal dreams. She'd felt it all.
The flying and the fall. The higher
bleeding deeper down inside.

No longer did she need to search
the world wide for what she was inside.
Her heart would beat until she was complete.
No sooner and no later than
the angels came to offer comfort there.

Lonely angel, lonely soul.
Reaching out to touch the whole.
Bound within a sacrament of love.
Subtle, the fine threads that thus endured...

? Michaelette ?

9/4/2003
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