within a world of make-believe.
Tossed by waves of human history.
Reaching out, she grasped his hand.
In hopes his promise of a land
of earth's eternal ecstasy was true.
His lies were tearing her apart.
She didn't have the will to start again.
He left her with his misery just when
the anguish reached a leaden peak.
She lay there. Wasted, wishing she
could speak of what she'd learned.
The dying light within her eyes
was burning bright into the skies
where starlit hues of agony were wept.
Open arms, the angel kept the vigil.
Midnight came. The witch's hour.
The symbol of the darkness that she felt.
Unseen, the wounds inside began to melt
into another new tomorrow. As, invisible,
the home she missed, became eternity...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .