One Light

Indigo, a night of pines in pain.
Marked for mankind's glory even as
the bane of killing sprees usurped
the worth of life that lay beneath
the darkness of a sky that squandered
all the light of sun and stars. Yet still,
the earth and moon would ever love
each other from afar.

And She lived on. No matter all the weight
of the abuse they'd heaped upon Her.
Promising a rebirth of the innocence of love,
they never quite achieved her love at all.
Not anymore. No, not with any one of them.

Sequestered in the silence that their
sensate intellects alone beheld, yet still,
they let the terror at the base of all their feelings
have its way within the swell of their hubris.
Blind, the way of justice in the lay of lands
divided by their laws.

They shivered under covers once thought safe.
Even as they never found a way to merely hold at bay,
the utter quivering their nights would be.
They could not fight while they were withering.
And yet their flights to dreams that lay
beyond reality - were never really real
to them at all.

And so another stall, as concrete walls
began to melt into their hands. Traveling
through arteries and veins too long abused
to be of use. Electric lights became the demons,
living still within the shadowed realms of that,
their soul. No matter how they worked
to make those shadows other than themselves.
The positive cannot exist without the negative.

The bombs they dropped exploded deep within
the sacristy of self and sin that they had based
the essence of those many lives and deaths upon.
No matter all the horror they created in the winds,
yet still the wind would not be ruled by them.
For there, beneath their terror lay, that one
and only universal feel of love in life.

Its memory could never be denied.
Conceived, as ever in a momentary
feel of great perfection. Indigo,
they spent another night within the pines.
Altering the pain once marked as only
mankind's glory - even as the bane
of killing sprees usurped
the worth of life that lay beneath
the darkness of a sky that squandered
all the light of sun and stars on them.

Ah, but there, so steady on the east
of their horizons! One light began
to shine again - in them. Blowing
in the winds that guided them
back to the path of loving once again...

? Michaelette ?

6/24/2003
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