In Nature's Hands

Snow and ice turned into heat and thirst.
The burgeoning of life in nature's hands.
A furtive, smothered fire in the eyes.
Desperation seeking its disguise.
The strain of laughter. No release.
Reprieved by memories of other
times and places that had let them live.

The meeting of all minds must blend
within the spirit's seeking. Another nudge.
A tiger stalking pleasures found
in friendship bound by loving hearts.
A flicker, then the mayhem starting in.
Together, they could make the change.
Swift, the call to arms.
Forever, to remain in indecision.
As all the heat theyused to know
began to melt into the snow.

The world would not permit such blasphemy.
Blind belief that never touched the core of Her relief.
Swift, the ride into the evermore.
Seasons bleeding endlessly into a molten shore.
Particles reforming into blind belief again.
The grief was only, ever, just a sign.
Symbolically, their lives remained entwined.
A sudden rage, and all the flames
were leaping into magic yet again.

No one can predict the measured mind.
Reaching out, the tendrils still must find
that imminence of innocence
that won't be left behind.
Angel eyes awakening.
Living through the infiltration
of the fear so long denied by mind.

Snow and ice turned into heat and thirst.
The burgeoning of life in nature's hands.
A furtive, smothered fire in the eyes.
Desperation seeking its disguise.
The strain of laughter. No release.
Reprieved by memories of other
times and places that held love...

? Michaelette ?

5/20/2003
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