Whisper Soft

It never ends, the haunting mystery.
The will to live, the need we have to be
separate yet unified. Undefined,
yet startled by the feel of each experience.

Nestled in a hiding place, she grieved.
The loving used to make her want to live.
He stole away the light of day.
His worn out ways had led to misery.

Individuality in tears that turned obscene.
Shadows moving endlessly
beneath the sparkling stream.
The death of dreams become an agony.

Flesh and blood, the loss of love
was changing everything.
The tame became instinctive tragedy.
His fame could not invoke the mystery.

Secretly, his silence stole
into the limits of her soul.
Love was not a trick of make-believe.
Cells began to change and wounds to bleed.

Lightning flashed through storm clouds
as the thunder rumbled deep.
She hungered for the love
she couldn't keep.

Enchantingly, the glow began
within a tiny seed.
Nurtured by her need,
the growth went on.

Sunshine danced across
the wind-blown pond.
At last received, the loving deeds
became her healing.

It never ends, the haunting mystery.
The will to live, the need we have to be
something other than the world we see.
Separate yet unified. Whispered secrets
found within a sweet, soft melody...

? Michaelette ?

5/18/2003
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