The Wishing Well

The wishing well was empty.
All their dreams of love had disappeared.
They traveled all the world over,
running from their fears.

Burning up their tears in all the rushing
and the speed. Not noticing the way
their hearts would bleed each time
the wishing well drew near.

Hidden in the shadows that they held
so deep inside. A holy well once blessed
with miracles. The rope was hanging empty
mid the cells of their divisionary minds.

Alternatively metric, those great scales
of their many infidelities. Searching for
a wholeness rarely gleaned by mortal eyes.
The pressure of creation was distinctly
overridden by the powers
of political persuasion.

The feel of hope was running out.
The wishing well was empty.
All their dreams of love had disappeared.
They traveled all the world over,
running from the greatest fear of all...

? Michaelette ?

8/10/2003
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