Wake of Waves

Orphaned into ageless misery.
The blasphemy lay in the utter,
awful blame they tried to place
upon the ancient mysteries of life.
Family - the alpha turned again
into omega.

A mother and a father, never
really known for what they were
inside. Abandoned, time and time
again, as all they wanted most
was spent to purchase things
that mattered least, as time
exposed itself within their flesh.

A god and once, a goddess.
Opinions based, nonsensically,
upon a base division of derision.
Where contemplation of decisions
never quite could live. Sight set upon
mind's complex goals, that never figured
into living wholes.

The threads within the weave
were still expanding. Slowly moving,
into understanding. Too many
existential flights of just one heart
that never dared to open to an other.
Yet mother earth and father sun
could never be undone.

Reciprocated love still found
a way to alter any other zone
of intellect divided into opposites
of disapproving condemnation.
It never could be yours or mine
at all. Not at the core.

Orphaned into ageless misery.
The blasphemy lay deep within
the utter, awful blame they tried
to place upon the ancient mysteries
of life. Family - the alpha turned
again into omega. Life to death
turned back into itself again
in utter creativity.

Too late, their letting go turned
back into another atrophy.
Cancerous, the misdemeanors
plagued them in absentia.
Haunting every cell of flesh
they'd chosen to become.
And there - just where they might
have met their one and only,
nightmares swallowed up the wake
of waves that might have been
awakening...

? Michaelette ?

8/31/2003
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