Never That

Once upon a time, there was a love.
Flowing through the caverns of their hearts.
Breathtaking sweeps of long lost memories.
Short, precise - the stories that he chose
to tell about his altered life - but never that.

Dancing past the looks of pity offered.
Placing all his suffering upon the altar
of a god he never really knew. Even as
the Goddess sought to draw the many
veils aside for him. All unspoken, he still
wished that he had died within her arms.
Alight within the feel of all her charms.
Alas, he'd left too soon for him to feel
the binding power of her ever-loving runes.

Hearts collided, flesh imbibed.
Heads held above the rushing tide
of waves for just a very little while.
But then, when all the sorrow showed
itself to be too personal, he reached
again for icy poles to see him through
the waning of the light within his heart.

Holding close to precious memories.
Just barely feeling all the silent sympathy.
Guided by a will to love that never quite
was validated in the life he named reality.
Not within the time and space of living
they'd once shared with one another.
Seeking more and more to give it all
away to someone else, somehow.
Yet no matter all the endless shores
he tried to leave his grief upon, it chose
to ride upon those tidal waves of infinite
emotion - entering again into his heart.

For once upon a time, they'd had a love.
Flowing through the caverns of their hearts.
Easing every breath back into immortality.
Breathtaking sweeps of long lost memories
still haunted him, within his dreams - no matter
any counting of mere time. And yet he never
found true love's expression. Still short and
too precisely written - the stories that he chose
to tell about his altered life - but still, he'd never
found the nerve to live the truth of love -
no, never that....

? Michaelette ?

9/10/2003
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