Ultimately Real

Relics of the days gone by.
She held them in her hand and sighed.
For all the dreams that never became real.
Yet still, within the feel of things,
a prophecy kept ringing in her ears.
Telling her the wait was almost over.
For death was eminently near.

His or hers...? But did it really matter?
Religions rose and fell to rise again.
Vision blurred - his spirit came alive.
Seeking way-back-then - when love
was real between the two of them,
and overflowed to oh, so many others.
He felt her touch again and nearly
smothered 'neath the covers he'd applied.

Complexities that lived within his flesh.
Unable to just intermesh with all the many others.
His pretense had become an open sore.
Even as he crashed into the shores of evermore.
Pain becoming agony's explosion.
Feeling every pit of the erosion of his heart.
Conscious of the compromises lived.

Relics of the days gone by.
She held them in her hand and sighed.
For all the dreams that never became real.
Yet still, within the feel of things,
a prophecy kept ringing in her ears.
Telling her the wait was almost over.
For death was eminently near.

And there, sweet angel easing down,
into the tone and sound of her release.
Asleep within the dream, when some great
spirit came to choose her as redeemed.
The light - the love - were ultimately real.
Why then, the feel of fear that
took her there...?

? Michaelette ?

11/17/2003
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