Wait just one minute so I can breathe…
let me calm the insides that I need,
give me just one glass of cold water
to wash away all the burning feelings.
Play me a sweet lullaby on the guitar
that’ll put the sweetest pictures of us
in my slowly forgetting head.
Pluck the strings and send the vibrations,
let them course up and down my body
as they slowly paint her red hair,
flowing down her ears and to her back.
And as an ambient drone rises
in the otherwise barren background --
it begins to craft her large beautiful eyes.
Taking sticks and bricks to contour
her eyelids to the black eye-liner she always has.
The sounds then take dravites
and melt them into the color of her eyes.
Pouring them in softly.
Then subtle drums rise from the shadows,
building a slow and steady rhythm.
As they hit, silk descends from heaven
and slowly pours in her fair skin.
Then one brief cymbal crash
steals a pomegranate from hell,
straight out of Persephone’s hands
and it fills in her seductive lips.
Polished only by the finest sounds
the image comes to fruition
in my love longing brain.
And the sky turns from blue to black.
Just give me one more minute
to admire her beauty for the last time.
Give me one more drink,
so I can just feel for the last time.
Looking up at the stars, they enchant me.
And even with tumultuous grey clouds
closing in on all those drops of milk --
their light fills me with the last of life.
And then a crash as the clouds
take over the unsuspecting night-sky.
Rain begins to fall
with thunder and lightning following suit.
I close my eyes as tight as I can,
to see the painting made for me.
Her, and all of her beauty
as if I was looking right at it again.
And in that one moment of solace,
the storm becomes adamant,
the music drops into an abrasive frenzy.
The drums slam down hard and fast,
the ambient drones have grown to noisy walls.
The melodies begin to paint next to her,
they grab dirt and mud
from the deepest parts of the earth,
and mold them down into curls.
I realize they’re painting me now.
Constructing a fabrication of my hair,
out of such things.
The guitar rises and roars now,
even overbearing the other aggressive sounds.
I can feel the wind now, agitated by some God.
I’m pushed back and down by it’s force,
and despite it, despite the harsh rain --
I keep my eyes imprisoned.
The sounds get even louder
and the drum’s rhythm changes
to be even more overwhelming.
As they take white phosphorus,
and pour it down on this cosmic canvas.
It burns as it lands
slowly forming my pale skin.
The wind then blows me back further,
with the music and thunder
I tried to hold my ground
despite this overwhelming presence.
As I then saw the sounds
grinding up the deepest envy
for them to pour into what would be my eyes.
But just then, before they finished.
Lightning struck down right on top of my head.
An explosion followed,
so loud that it overcame all the harsh sounds
this reality was now giving me.
The painting was washed away with the rain.
And the sounds slowly softened,
as the drums and ambient drones faded out.
The guitar dissolved into to a lovely melody.
The rain was stopping,
with the thunder and wind making its acquaintance.
The skies cleared into the peaceful night,
lit up by the stars, the moon, and the embers
of what was left of mother nature’s wrath.
I laid there,
completely physically unscathed.
But inside, I was destroyed forever.
I slowly worked my way to a weak stand,
stumbling over from the emotion.
Looking left to see nothing,
and right to a rundown dysfunctional car.
“One more minute.” I whispered under my breath.
I closed my eyes one last time,
to see if there was anything left.
I turned my neck up to the sky,
and took a deep-breath.
As I exhaled, I realized:
there was nothing but black left.
Until I opened my eyes
to be directly staring at the moon.
All the stars were gone,
the embers went out.
This wreckage was only lit
by that celestial body.
It was just the moon in the sky,
and just me looking at it.
I proceeded to walk towards the car.