Half green and orange, the pumpkin fields.....
You drove me to the ocean;
the sky was blotting grey; undecided whether or not to rain....
The only sunshine was your blonde hair flying in the breeze.
i could feel every little thing that settled around you.
Every little thing that settled around you came from the forest,
from the herbs,
from the waters,
from the native songs of the land,
from the snow laden peaks,
from the wings of an owl,
from something far away.....
from so far away
to notice i
had to squint into the unseen to see
what came from other skies beyond my human eye.
You carried the savage untamed silence
with something melancholic in your joy....
....Or was it the other way arround ?
Looking at you i was lost....
Lost in the voices of a forest..
.i realised
that whatever you had borrowed
you borrowed from its unfanthomable spirit .
i would have liked to ask you more about it, but, it became silent on my lips.
i resigned to the idea that it was far too ancient for my reach.
Late afternoon,
we sat on a rock, like two wolves in the faint sun.
we watched the distant waters ripple - till it rippled too in our hearts.
Together - we clutched tightly to muffle its cry
we held each other, we held the ocean, we held the threads of our silent souls....
our bodies clad in a single bark of a tree...
leaning,
learning,
...learning the meanings of leaning.
Our skins birthed in new odours of us
gathering our feelings,
New flavours
of us tasting the taste of each other....
.we inhaled every little newness
Inhaling the satisfactions in long breaths and silences.
Surrendering quietly,
our quietness becoming a language
in which everything transformed into the simple
just as it was so
in the core of everything.....
' Language ' - shinning in the dark of our eyes, intensely.
glittering silence - glittering with feelings.
So we looked at each other - gazing into our smiles
till the heart understood everything without staring for the truth in words.
'This understanding '- will return to hug us again....one day.
One day when we'll walk in sorrow
somewhere
alone
and our footsteps will be the only thing we shall hear....when
Yesterday will swell - a large unfallen teardrop
not yet ready to leave our eyes.
