Wednesday, July 15, 2009

She came in from the blue

"Make a wish"
Blue, the color of my life is blue. Voices coming, telling me to go. To wander and see. Things will be waiting. Taking their time to unfold. Go, it will be ready when you are back. Torn blue bags look just like yellow flowers, where birds must fight the wind and men sit to smoke while their sheep become models. Mountains distant, low and rolling. Before they stood all around like giants. No menace, only to show roads. Beijing and presents of Mongolian food. Watch out for the man in the green shirt, he wants to leave you with the bill. I will take you to the temple when i get back beautiful. You missed out on this trip but maybe there is still time for us. The crow caws as he is able to make his way forward at last.
Waving fans they dance and laugh and sing.
Fiddles and drums in the streets.
Final crescendo as the light has just died.
They smile wider when they see me.
She stands by my side.
The ring. The ring like hers.
Running through streets. Racing ahead. Red hair trailing. Sisters and brothers of before.
Childhood games.
"Zai lai."
"He wants me to take more pictures."
Take all you would like.
Dark rooms where light, light is the key.
You stand and breathe.
And the mind swims.
Children's day.
Still days ahead.
Places to be, days to travel.
The road is good she says.
We can go that way.

Rolling, rolling, rolling.
The clouds are perfect. Dragons streaking the sky. That's the kind of cloud i want to be. "The fluffy kind, like cotton candy." Men ride horses through the streets. Here we have found it. No desert, but certainly the village. "You just use your hands." Cut meat off the bone. "Gan bei." Another glass empty. I begin to feel it in the back of my head. The edges of my vision but i go on. It is so easy to get caught in the spirit. 4 races, we have three here now. Maybe i would have been the champion. Gotten to choose any of the women as my prize. "No punching, no kicking, anything else." Chase down a wolf, i want to hunt it with my hands. But no, no more. Retching, retching a green that should not leave the body. Just let me sleep, the world is too heavy for me right now. I hurt her. I've hurt myself. Maybe this time i will learn to stop.

And she came bacl. When my mind is broken she comes back. "What happened with your ex?" Too much love, too many problems, too much hurt and trying. The ring, the eyelash, even the walk brings back the memories. Sets the mind to trouble, causes noise and problems that i am not stable enough to deal with. Sand slips from underneath you so easily. Deserts are tricky, shifting places. You just have to keep going to prevent falling too much.

Lines divide the sky. What might have been and what has been.

She huddles behind, hiding from the cold, maybe hiding from the wings. She does remind me but it it certainly not her. Just another lovely girl. She is gone, our harms done to each other. I think it best our story ended. A drink it may be best we never have. If i win i get a horse he says, red. But blue is where my heart stays. Standing and just watching. I like your desert very much. The blue, and ocean alone in the desert. What, what can one say when all is in what was done. Always blue, brighter adn brighter. Driving on in the dark, but with the path of light so bright above. So, so many stars, one must stop to be lost. The cold moments, before so important, so consuming gone in an instant as you breath in all that light for just one second. Everywhere they leap out like flowers desperate to find a place in the sky. And their slow chanting, his just beneath the breath, reaches up also. The morning does not seem so dark, nor so cold, nor the body so tired. The path was dark, but following, following the light. Don't get lost in the dust for the ground below is not stable, cannot be in dream worlds where flowers seek to fly and stars come down to fill your lungs.

Stars may not come out
but light can be made to rise up.
Calm and sober, the light just plays.
Skin bronze and eyes that only shine
as they take in this light first seen.
I will go to bring more fuel.
"Yes, but please keep talking."
Why the dogs will not stop barking i do not know.
I so no reason they should with Chang-E
and the rabbit out to hear them sing.

And the road rolls on through landscape that bring memories of home, is that word has meaning more than just convenience i do not know. But i can feel her laughing and smiling behind. "Are we still in China?" Yes, if that word has and meaning beyond convenience. The candle keeps burning lower. A table littered with hours of a lifetime. The hills roll. Memories coming back and being made. I told you it would be beautiful, you just have to trust. "It has begun to rain." No, not rain. Rain doesn't bounce. The rain is hard yes, but that is not rain. "I have never seen it before, hail." I am very glad to have shown you. Drenched in just an instant. "I like rain that is hard, I love the sun after the rain." I can see, i can see the smile on your face brighter than the sun. As she stands starring up, smiling, i just watch. This moment is for appreciating the beauty of another in wonder.

I came looking, looking. Mind set. The path, i believed i already knew. She had been and i told myself would be again. But past smiles and glances, it did not go beyond. Walls preventing unspoken words from breaking through the lips. And so the mind closed a bit, the setteling came in. But the a girl, she came with us but seen only out of the corner of my eye. A skirt twirling. Sitting alone for those few moments. Musice stopped. Waiting for other minds to pull away from the beat and for bodies to gather. The alley glistens. Puddles and refuse. But we sat looking forward and began to dance. But the steps seem so much more natural. I will take you and you will go. And they come back. The moment over, what it was ment for passed. A day, a day spent to see you, to see you in the light to know what it may be to ride to have you by my side as skies change and views fly by. And the first smiles and laughs begin, and the first moments of knowing and seeing you.
And the coin drops as the light rises. I wait for you and we go. Travel begun but not to far.
What was i to know. Things started so quietly. Eagerness wanting you that first night. Your beauty a funny thing for me to come to know. At first unseen through the anxiety. Then like the unseen force of a magnet pushing me away. You were soft. It felt good to have you touch me and me touch you. The same smell in the evening and in the morning. But the images in the back of my head pulled me away. Stopped me from getting lost as i so wanted to. Lying on my knee, a sky so blue. I want to shout out to it, clouds pass on legs, and my fingers wind in your hair. Content, yes, happy, yes but i could not want you because in your voice i heard hers, in your walk saw hers and she is gone, is not wanted back or only with a friendly smile. And it was there to hurt me, to hurt you. It was there preventing the moment from coming to be, preventing it from being right till it broke me. Till it drove me to jump into the black hoping i could come out again with nothing clinging. And i did. Crawling wretching i was able to see you for the first time, see your beauty as your alone, see it so i could want it. "What happened?" I told you, but at that point it no longer mattered, it no longer clouded my eyes and yours no longer looked into mine. Riding, dancing, eating, talking and i wonder why your eyes no longer look. Did i hurt you that bad, are there things i don't remember. I keep smiling, you keep your eyes from being too open again. "I don't forget, I don't give a second chance." Not the yogi reaching in but the scorpion, or maybe just the man on the bank, your voice rising over the hum of the engine. Anothers eyes you cannot see through, and sometimes not even imagine that you may be missing something. Hands so scarred. The sting bringing no apprehension, not even a moment of hesitation before reaching back into the water no matter how many drops of mine have stained it already. Coming to want you after climbing back out, but gone. Gone like the one before that i came to see too late. Body so fine, eyes like smoke. Light rising, a look into your eyes and we part to see again but not to be again.
Ice fell, horses ran, we drank and laughed but not as the wonderland in my head teases it could have been. Do i regret? It would be a lie to say i didn't, a strike against you to help my pride. I wish i could have given you what i really am before i made you turn away. Not to save my pride, a concern long left behind, but because i think you would have liked it and it is nice to make you smile. But regret does nothing except pull at wounds so that scars cannot heal. So regret i wish to turn to lessons. Maube my mind won't be torn next time, maybe i won't have to jump into blackness just so i can crawl out to see clearly. Would have liked to hold you in the black dress or the white. Would have liked to have your hands around my waste for miles more than they rested there. But although my mind will keep making wonderlands it is for me to learn that they may only come from what may be not from dreams and untrod paths of what may have been.

Walking, slowly, away. The walk, the voice, shot back over the shoulder. I watch as she walks away down the alley and can only think, can only say i wrote about you today. They asked asked about what happened with us. "I feel bad for anyone that falls in love with her now." I think i am crazy enough that is could have worked. where we would have ended up, a dart on a map, a die thrown on a table. Better for us both? " I'm crazy, but Rabbit is crazier." Yes, crazy and i am not looking to come back. Thats why we could have had fun. A figure walking away. Red, and the light shines ahead and the small swagger. What might have been is an abstraction.

And the silhouette will stay. Sky turning blue, pale blue dress. The light goes out and your skin glows. "Mongolia seems so long ago." Yes, memories sitting in the head. Looks and words. Beginning we never know where it will end, ending we never know when it may begin again. A dolphin diving through the sand, swimming through the throbbing night, resting in the light of the rising sun. A sun that rises everyday to set everynight.

She was beautiful, she was crazy, she slept on the back of the motorcycle as i rode.

1 comment:

Adrienne Saia said...

I love this, Dane. Beautiful.