And Then She Came...
Contributed by
3660Days
on
Sunday, 15th February 2009 @ 02:39:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Part One:~
the sun is shining
a splash of orange-pink light
on our Roman columns,
steadfast and tall…
symbols of loving beauty
in an otherwise lonely world…
Part 2~
It’s strange what loneliness can do to a person, isn’t it?
How, somehow, by being alone
you meet again with some people,
Ghosts of dreams forgotten...
...the illusions of possibly-was-but-probably-wasn’t yesterdays.
Only shadowy replicas, not true flesh-and-blood,
Yet as real as the eyes that see them.
It was during one of these lonely times...
...a full week, in fact, of isolation
without a single human being to speak with...
...during one of those long and lonely times
that gentle Peace came to visit me again.
And of course, anyone who knows Peace knows
That Peace never knocks.
Nor does she barge in, uninvited.
Rather, in her quirky, upside-down way
She slips in so silently
That you’d never even know that she was there
If not for her whispers in the moments...
...in the moments after I cry her name,
as I do, from time to time.
Yes, only after a week of waiting,
Longing, and praying, in total silence...
Only then did the ghost of peace come to me,
And even then, she stayed for but a day...
A magic, sad, sunset day,
Before she had to go away...
Part 3 ~
I saw your ghost come waltzing in
My living room this afternoon,
Draped in brilliant sunlight
And standing on the moon,
Your hair was the color of the sunrise,
Your skin like virgin snows,
And your smile, so faint,
haunts me...
And your voice!
Oh, how I’d missed it...
Your giggly, girly, bubbling-brook voice,
As you spoke to me,
For the first time since tomorrow...
“come with me, little boy blue,
and see what I’ve been keeping for you!
Come away, to the magnetic mountains,
And then the sea...and show me what you’ve kept
...for me.”
and so we floated away
in a seashell, through fog thick enough to eat...
Gentle peace painting red-striped turtles
While I learned to play the flute...
...the dream, the dream,
so real!
...the dream, the dream,
...wake me not!
When I looked up at her again
Gold-dust butterflies were dancing in her hair,
Ever-playful in the orange-pink glow
Of its sunrise...which somehow, finally broke the fog.
Then, BUMP! We hit a log!
And it brought us home again,
Where we found that the sunrise-color of her hair
Was splashed also across the Roman Columns, steadfast and tall.
I turned my head to show her, to tell her this new and lovely thing,
But she was gone! Vanished, without a trace, and so
I ran to the window, and looked outside
Where I saw her, playing in the sunset...
...as comfortable with it, as she’d been with the dawn.
And that was, finally how it was
...her, dipping in and out of the sunshine
on her magic carousel,
...and me
standing by the glass-paneled door
watching, wanting more and more,
but waiting, watching, all alone
only wishing she were home...
for finally, with the setting of the sun
she was gone, again,
for the last time.
Part 4~
too late you called,
dear gentle Peace,
too late, too late, too late.
After all, we’ve already established
That Venus does not lie
As long as militant Mars
Is tromping through the sky...
...yet, only love can tell
they say.
(There!
Now I’ve penned my life away!)
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3660Days
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2009-02-15 02:39:30]
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