His Own Heart

Vast destruction.
Loving left behind.
No thought remained
of all that might have been.
Yet still, a misty vision lived
in his unspoken dreams.

One moment lived
without the sorrow,
reaching to the moon.
Stars outshining sunshine
in the ever-loving sky.
Cosmic blue - forever
ringing true.

Despair that grows
in increments amid
the many roles he plays.
No one to share the real of him -
not now. For he had left her
when she needed him, somehow.

Tucked away, and drawn apart,
the hidden vision of his heart.
Where he and she still lived
in harmony. In boxes, locked
and stored within the empty rooms
imagined in his mind.

As if he could contain her nonexistence.
While deep inside, the endless tears he'd
never dared to cry, were gathering into
another storm. A flush of heat within
his weary flesh. Another living memory
that he refused to intermesh into
the real of here and now.

Vast destruction.
Loving left behind.
No thought remained
of all that might have been.
Yet still, a misty vision lived
within the broken dreams
of his own heart...

? Michaelette ?

10/6/2003
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