Early Morning Storm

The waking of omission
in an early morning storm.
Hiding behind walls that
can't quite hold the safe and warm.

Trusting the sensations
of the senseless moves you make.
A stab of lightning deep within.
Your life is now at stake.

Love easing in with great imagination.
Picture perfect sight still moving on.
Coruscating colors running through
the endless prism of your soul.

There used to be a time you lived alone.
Before the ceaseless waking nights
of swirling planets in an up above
that you can't touch, but touches you.

The soul sees through and through.
Pushing all the feelings to the fore.
Awakening the promise of the core.
Light on light that feeds on darkness.

Daring to absorb as it implores an
altered alien to come to lands within.
Dizzy heights impressed by flight.
Clouds of seeds in unimprisoned zest.

A kaleidoscope of colors, newly blessed.
Twining in and of and round the other.
Filling every level full of color.
Knowingly absorbed in innocence.

Within the shockingly appealing opposites.
Amid the waking of omission
in an early morning storm.
Lightning gently touches down.

Emblazoning a newly found devotion.
Trusting the sensations
of the senseless moves you make.
Sensuous, another quake.

Sliding deep into the ecstasy...

? Michaelette ?

11/16/2004
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