You don’t have to come
when it’s my call apart!?
I am following the route of
my promise
given
to a child
a girl with a stray cat
always found by the same cat
different color
different shape
once she also read the Tripods
long ago
but
No
You are not
her White Mountains
I met you on the way
Find the truth
for me- she said
in plain joy
bring us home
when you grow up
Home was where you could create magic
A spherical -transparent ball
a living crystalline - singing
made of colorful -universe particles
don’t forget
this one also has a crest
remains invisible to
they who do not
already know
the way - inscribed
along caves
above the eye- and
promise to keep me
alive by your side
as a beat in your heart
I promised
...
I grew up
...
I forgot
…
Forgot to remember
until I met love
until I heard the beat
and remembered
and escaped just
No
You are not so near
You are always here
It was me who ran away
I saw it all coming
before
our roads crossed
and planned to
lend you my heart
for a temporary time
of mortal maybe
while
calculating
if -s
If
I were
not
good enough
for me
for you
for her
…
Keep it well I said
and plain for me
cause I gotta be free
and promise to always
stay oceans away
from me
is
our decree of creativity
Pains I passed
belonged to
the absence of
her or of you
were set as traps
on both sides
of a rewinding tape
each gaze pulled us back
to the same awful track
until I learned to move ahead
cause you gotta be free
yeah and keep it well for me
cause we gotta be free
For we
I travelled worlds
of the destroyer
until I learned to destroy time
and move ahead
from a central soundless line
some of the illusionary erased
others of truth stayed
to make difference
at shores of wisdom
at waters of innocence
at crests of all sense
I was healed for
the healed is here
to heal
but
alas
in the meantime
you made my heart real
Choiceless and reduced to one
I bounced back to you and
to a place where we started
as if a promise is broke now
or of decree surpassed
hoping the -only if-
by creativity
?
all we can do is walk
the unknown verse
made by a quest
towards the sun
we shall see then
the golden dawn
at rest is at now
blessed we are and one
truth of her dream we become
or else none (be destroyed by time)
and they sang bold
the chorus of her dream
Is she home yet?
or still out playing ? ...again with that cat
mom said
as if
...
but no
all I heard was my heartbeat.
John Christopher novel series the Tripods has changed one child's life surely! and still a stray cat visits her ...but only when she wishes truely to exchange something in a short while before they depart