Eternally Complete

Where smoke exists, the fire burns.
Completely out of man's control.
The whole could not exist without its heat.
While there, within the flames, beat
hearts of love, eternally complete.

Misty magic. Spirit calling.
Realms alive within each worlds' opening.
Beware, the errant dreams forgotten.
Therein, all the worlds were begotten.
Crying out for more of shape and form.

Perhaps the best was always left forlorn.
The difference found within anomalies.
The shift of focus found beyond degrees.
An opening into another sense and feel of real.
Another plane, another shift.

New dimensions found within
the grit and blind determination left.
Held within each heart and soul.
Seeking out to reach a whole that blesses
both the light and dark within its harmony.

Each prejudice is linked to an extreme
that needs to find its other half; exchanging
every this and that once holding them apart.
Real sharing spawned within the care
of true communication.

Beyond the dictionaries' definitions,
the feel of all that's real still lingers on.
Within the reach of heartfelt harmony.
As if an aging angel chose to wing itself
back into their mortal lives.

Thriving on that space beyond all strife.
The heavens still alive in here and now.
For everywhere the smoke exists,
the fire of life is ever burning on.
Completely out of man's control.

The whole could not exist without its heat.
While there, within the flames, beat
hearts of love - eternally complete -
in every one of them...

? Michaelette ?

3/10/2004
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