Depth's Illusion

A collage of ever changing colors.
The birth of depth's illusion.
An iris entertains the lay of life.
Artistic change can challenge
how we view the everything.

Subtle sound, so soft
it seems endearing.
Warmth of heart
exchanging loving ties.
Within the eyes,
a depth of soul survives.

Desire flares.
An ancient fire burns.
Reaching out to grasp a
state of being never earned.
Strange, the sorrow felt
in an ennui that seems
as soft as velvet waves.
Growing in the shadows
like a slave.

Experience that turns
into emotion. Movement
blurred by tears that rise.
Washing eyes that dare to cry
into themselves, alone.
Incessant sleep that dies
a waking birth.

The pain is there.
Within the stare.
It speaks of transformation.
Death to life - a great substantiation.
The peal of chiming bells can tell
of mysteries unearthed before
the fall of social order.

Fraying skies of gray are falling down
upon the heads of those that dare
to move themselves outside.
Rain to snow, a misty glow survives.
In a collage of ever changing colors.
The birth of depth's illusion.
As artistically, we feel the everything...

? Michaelette ?

2/08/2005
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