A Momentary Grace by Brother Michael ------------------ Though I feel those Passions stirring, whispering from the dark, inferring - that since I know this soul so well, I must insist to desist somehow. My Heart is ever Weary,while my eyes have gone all bleary, and I Long for just one somewhat subtle Touch. A familiar, brief, but lingering touch, that calms the soul who's seen too much, and suffers for the suffering It once bore. That touch which draws the attention to The Moment - not the Moment's due. The slick and slithering Calm before the Storm. That Moment when the walls could fall, "I see the wolves, and damn them all" That Moment which is Harbinger of Change. Yes, I feel those Passions stirring, whispering from the dark - inferring And i'm SO aware that in a Moment's Choice is Fate. Fate would have me travelling on, an endless string of Dusk til Dawn, Living life with Blindness as my guide. I must be the Pilot here, for There's noone else who "gets" my weird, There's noone else who can lead me To my Home. Because I feel those Passions stirring, I'm aware of Live's recurring, And I understand the WHY Behind my HOW. Yet I long for another Touch within That Moment..... this one's a bit greasy folks.... hope you like it...