the power gained in desperation.
Within a mind plied daily by the lies.
A spark of good is fanned to flame.
Settling in veins like liquid glowing in the flow.
A golden glint of glitter on the snow.
A melting meaning that you almost know.
As if a pure white purpose lay
within the loss of love.
Deeply rooted in first cause.
Slipping slowly from a silent source.
Unbidden, reams of memories descend.
Blending, binding stars to indigo.
Dusting dreams with light and make-believe
Glimpsing then, the endless possibilities.
Enchanted by enduring magic moments.
Where death leads into other realms of being.
And sleep increases chances of retrieving
a happy kind of bliss in innocence.
Undeterred and unafraid.
Naïve in some sweet, winsome way.
Trust still held within a reverence.
I know it's true. For I can feel -
love flowing through again...
? Michaelette ?
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