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Into Every Life

by Christopher

he looks into air, himself falling rain Dripping coldness past, memories old pain. Drops fall, the puddling his damp water-life. Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife. A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears. Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear. Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart. But how can he joy, while taking no part? Covering cold soul, corona of defense. Defying the stab of her fate's intents. This is madness, he thinks in plaintive cry. I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die. What my destiny, but an empty-off dream? A plaything with which gods and angels scheme. Am I doomed then to live, time never-free? Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris? Is justice, outside this torrential doubt? Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out? Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun? Shining through mists, revealing Avalon? Personal paradise, which I can own, Evoking happiness, hither unknown? he raises from streets of lonely no more. Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore. His withered gait now straightening with pride. he glides like an angel 'cross future's tide. Belief in life renewed, no, only found. Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound. Caressing the ground, sing the beat of his heart. Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.