Eruption

Beyond the pale glow of moonlight
falling into them, they sensed a danger
lurking in the glen. Lovers that had
grown from friends, they never realized -
the base of fear so many moments
of their lives depended on.

Emotions spurted, geysers flirted.
All inside of them. Yet still, they
managed to pretend they never
saw it coming. There, within the spasms
that were rocking their relationship.
Deep inside, where glaciers could not
stand the glare of sun.

Too many lovers on the run.
Afraid of ever just becoming one.
Piercing fear that scrambled
all their systems. They ran
in terror from the darker visions -
awakening in dreams that spanned
the lighting of their days.

At night, they tried too hard to play
the way they used to do. Fortunes
won, and yet it seemed as if the greater
world were somehow done with them.
Pushing, prodding - willing all the past
to turn into another present moment.

It wasn't working anymore. A spore
of hopelessness had grown too big.
Enchanted once, the repetitions
that they lived no longer would
support the living energy
that must receive the living light
to be reality.

Beyond the pale glow of moonlight
falling into them, they sensed a danger
lurking in the glen. Lovers that had
grown from friends, they never realized -
the base of fear so many moments
of their lives depended on.

A prophecy - the dark night of the soul -
had stolen into everything they always
thought they'd been. Brighter days
became a haze of dying memories.
Experienced amid their great denial.
Trials that invaded all the endless need
of their prosperity.

High up in the mountains, they had sought
tranquillity. For just a little while, all their
make-believe had seemed to come so real.
The truth still lay within the waning moon.
Pale glow of truth that must be known.
They really weren't better than the others.

And there, within their chosen, peaceful glen,
all the violence of hell erupted - lashing out from
deep inside them both.  While all the power
they once thought they held, began
to drift right back into the wars
that they still chose to live within
their muted consciousness...

? Michaelette ?

5/28/2003
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