Into Focus

The faded memories were coming
all to clearly into focus now. Examining
the meaning of a past not well endowed.
Searching for the answers to the questions
never dared. One moment out of time -
and just a quick but endless stare, where
auras captured everything that was.

The words were few, yet everything expanded.
She took it in, for this her soul demanded.
Her mind began to spin as the reactions
to the truth at last set in. Intentions running
deep beneath the known. As if, in their confessions,
she'd been thrown into another depth of darkness
in the twilight zone. The nightmare was too real.
Encompassing each breath she took,
it entered into her.

As the people that she used to think she knew
dazzled her with tales of their inner, hidden truths.
Perhaps the strangest thing was that she'd never,
ever asked, to be made part and parcel of the pain
of all their secret pasts. There never was a sign
above her door that stated "enter into evermore
with me." Where once she felt so happy and so free,
it seemed as if a swarm of pests had tampered
with the feel that she once knew as her serenity.

While the world at large still chose to play
the blaming game of gross particulars;
she came to view it all within a sense
of intimately universal views. It seemed
so strange the way the darkness tamed
their spirits for so long. Succumbing
to the primal fear, they wasted so much
energy upon a death that was declared
to be their very own.

Yet here, within the twilit zone, uncounted
intuitions rose and fell - within a wisdom that
had never been for sale. Sitting back,
she watched their profit margins rise and fall.
And felt the gall of all their anger spent
for nothing much at all. Even as the ancient
poplar tree released another harvest
of its autumn leaves into eternal winds.
Physically, for them, attraction always
had its way of coming and then going.

As time went on, their preferences
mattered less and less, to even them.
There was a pondering that dreamed
itself to depth within their minds.
And there, within those midnight times
of total inhalation, a blossoming
took place, too oft' denied. Until
they sought the essence of the dream.
And then the seeking offered everything.

The faded memories were coming
all to clearly into focus now. Examining
the meaning of a past not well endowed.
Searching for the answers to the questions
never dared. One moment out of time -
and just a quick but endless stare, where
auras captured everything that was.
Sound entering from other realms,
as if a bee were buzzing in their ear.

Vibrations of an intimate exposure.
As all that once was covered over
came to feel itself within the true.
And then a new beginning came
to tame the complicated answers.
The love of heart is real, while
all the rest remained the dead,
of bleak, unfeeling histories of man...

? Michaelette ?

8/31/2003
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