Please
Take me away.
Don't let me get hurt --
Where do I belong?
Where is my
Wandering, thirsty
Soul to find its
Rest?
Even if I fight, struggle,
Push and pull --
I want to be found.
I want to find.
I want to experience --
I want to experience.
A spiritual yearning --
I have felt it.
It ravishes me,
Intoxicates me,
Lets not me sleep --
Lets not me smile --
All things I held once true,
Held once good,
Where are they now?
Flitting and fluttering
Away from me --
Where do I belong now?

***musings***
5:41 PM 11/12/02
if alias was a fantasy-type thing, i guess irina'd be some high and mighty sorceress mage.