Rich and Poor

The rich and poor were running fast,
from that - their great depression.
The rush of feelings pushed them
from behind. No matter how they
sought another way, they couldn't find
the way back to the utter feel
of innocence that dwelt within
their ever-present memories of past.

A time, a place, a space amid
the purity inborn by nature's hand.
Hiding 'neath the evergreens
as twilight sought expansion
o'er the skies. The safety
and security created by
some greater ordering.
Unknown within its origins.

Dark green that grew to utter indigo.
Fireflies and starlit skies.
The moon was always moving.
Dreams were sweet, potential
so alive. The pain was soothed
away by one more wise.

Everything began to change
as wisdom was denied.
The castles found in fairy tales
grew bleak and ominous.
Adult responsibility could never
bring them back to all the bliss.

With twilit eyes, they sought the skies,
but only found the lightning's incandescence.
Quick the strike, and cruel the stroke
that grew within the distance of their gods.
A homegrown feeling - hopelessness.
No matter how they sought to change
the feel. The emptiness was growing
all too real.

The rich and poor were running fast,
from that - their great depression.
The rush of feelings pushed them
from behind. No matter how they
sought another way, they couldn't find
the way back to that utter feel
of innocence that dwelt within
the memories now passed...

? Michaelette ?

6/8/2003
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