One Day Late

One day late, and still a dollar short.
The news reports had never quite
redeemed themselves in mortal time
or all the spaces left too blank
for words.

Their feelings had been spent
upon an innocence that they
no longer knew. The game
was blame, and they were
masters there.

Culled by their experience
of life within these modern,
martyred times, they stood
for nothing much of worth
at all.

And yet, each time they sought
sweet sleep and dreams, the pull
of all their merely mental schemes
had led them to the brink, just where,
their thinking would not end.

Well-schooled, their children acted out.
Seeking a relief of love, that wasn't
found within their parents' choices.
Deep within the night, strange voices,
calling out to them. But how amend
the vows that they had broken...?

To have and hold, to love into eternity.
In youth, they once believed in such decrees.
Once upon a time, they'd found
the power of creation in their movements.
But now, a vast destruction reached
to teach them all the lessons never
learned within a school.

Intimate and personal. Past the high of noon,
the stars and moon shone on within the indigo.
The pills they popped could never stop
the greater feel of their depression.
Born within the power of some greater
system that had failed to uphold them
in the hours of their greatest need.

The rush of hours sped again
unto a destination that had never
felt like home. And now...
One day late, and still a dollar short.
The news reports had never quite
redeemed themselves in mortal time
They grieved within the little spaces
meant for love, but left
too blank for words...

? Michaelette ?

6/1/2003
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