I am gazing at a shining portrait as my desire is announced by distant bell chimes. I merge with the paint and feel absorbed into a different timeline.
In the painting, the wind carries a scent of a familiar tree assorted with the melody of its leaves. It all brings back the memory of a song that I love, that reminds me of a woman I met in a vision from a dream yet I don't know the language it is made of, nor I can sing it for I am dyslexic in the ear.
This is an illusion, I see it. Still, I deem it to be real, similar to a scene that I keep reliving as I wander the mystical golden desert, I wonder is fulfillment an insult or a compliment if attained outside the ordinary strains of sensual accomplishments? Disconcerted by previous arrangements i think it through to realize this is an illusion is just a tattoo .
They asked, "why are you as silent as a stone?" She replied, "why should I be voluble as the Mynah? My heart and tongue are deprived of goodness just like a desert, deprived of a sea. Another voice said, "Ergo, redundant talk comes with unbearable guilt." They asked again, " if so, why do you not speak the despairs you hide?" She replied, " Because, the gift of patience usually reigns.
The Gift of Patience is indeed a very beautiful gift...
I can’t follow my heart For it gives me bad directions. Instead I’ll follow the wind Which has brought me here. Folded within a dream I stand at the edge Where the desert meets the sea, Reminded of death’s persuasion And the promise of life ahead, Stuck in the middle.. Waiting for the horn to call me home once more; To live and die in the fray again.
Remember when we drove to that desert.. We pulled up a cloth from the back of the trunk and laid it out on the cold sand.
It was night time and we would lie to the world about our existence just to be together.
We would lay there staring at the full moon, trying to name the constellations as it shone so brightly and watch the clouds move as the wind carried them.
I noticed everything..i knew it wasn't gonna be forever..you and I.
I felt the shiver as the cool breeze brushed on our skin, as we laid there talking philosophies, theologies, shooting lame *** jokes at each other that only we understood. And the stars...they would keep us company..
I loved the way the moonlight touched your skin..how the corner of your eyes wrinkled each time you smiled. It made me smile.
There it was. That moment. I wanted time to stop. "Freeze!" I could hear my heart say.
The more I looked at him, the more happy I grew. But then again, deep down I found myself worrying too. I felt my heart sink. I knew that this moment would be gone. Time wouldn't wait and yet again, he would be gone.