It Must Be True

Ecstasy and agony. The alpha and omega.
Beginnings always ending far too soon.
Cycles budding, born - then nevermore.
Disappointment lingering. Knowing
in our hearts we could have surely done
much more to ease the passage of their pain.

Spring again, and yet the rain holds back.
As if its weeping had a hidden need so true.
Sunshine filtering the needs through
limbs of new leaves' glitter. Shining bright
yet never reaching through the timbers
of our great despair.

An apathy within the atmosphere.
Bridges burned that never were rebuilt.
A feel of silt left on the skin, no matter
all the bathing that we do. Realizing
every inch of distance we put there.
By ego's pride, the battered brides
hang on - not wishing e'er to know
where else they might have traveled to.

Business booming, lives too often lost.
The push and pull of tension suffered
at the deepest cost. Pain that never
could arraign itself within a court of law.
Justice ever blinded by the force of
your in-laws. Sympathy refusing to forgive.
The empathy that heart and soul must live.
Even when the words are never spoken.
Bits and pieces of their hearts so broken.

Aliens adrift in alienation.
Drifting far away from what was taken.
Modern thieves, too subtle to accuse.
Feeling as if, all your life, you'd only
just been used. Looking out again
into the world. Finding only suffering
untold. Proving that your will was
never strong enough to blast through
all their borders.

Another failure, given as an offering.
An eye-blink from the gods of suffering.
Ecstasy and agony. The alpha and omega.
Beginnings always ending far too soon.
Cycles budding, born - then nevermore.
Discovering the golden shores that sing
of loneliness. One lover that destroyed
your hope in just one endless kiss
of ecstasy.

It must be true.
For it is happening
to me and you
and every human being -
in this age where constant
change unmakes the love
that, desperately, we seek...
 
 

? Michaelette ?

5/6/2004
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