Of Heart

Abandoned by her family
just when she came to need
them most of all.
Not the first time, nor the last.
The past is past, but it still lives
itself into the future's tides.
Betrayed by lack of trust.
Ever ignited by a lust
too deep to bear.

She used to sit and stare.
As if she'd finally come aware
of realms beyond the merely
mortal life she had to live.
And here, things seemed
to speak to her in earnest.
My father, dead and gone,
was found again, still yawning
in his easy chair.

Pain pills and the television
soothing his division from the rest.
Until her visions changed reality.
Here and there she woke again.
Defiled by the bane of what she saw.

Disinterest seemed to stem the flow
somehow. As her vision wandered
further into mists where her forgiveness
seemed to sigh. More than just
a morphine high, she flew to lands
beyond all time.

Her words were sparse.
The effort seemed too much
for her to bear. Yet now and then
a bit of wisdom managed to
stillb flow from weary lips.

Distinguished by an alternating rhythm.
And at the last, a bridge reached cross the chasm.
Heart grown weak each time her children
wished her out of their newborn existence.
Strength leaking out. She couldn't shout.
Their energy had left her deaf and mute.

Thought-forms drifting in the air.
Leaking into life as if a flare
had been ignited in postmortem
idiom. Flattering, then shattering
the notions of devotion she had given
unto them.

Abandoned by her family
just when she came to need
them most of all.
Not the first time, nor the last.
The past is past, but it still lives
itself into all future tides.
Betrayed by lack of trust.
Ignited by a lust too deep to bear
by anyone who dared
to live their lives within
a consciousness of heart...

? Michaelette ?

8/13/2004
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