Where Have We Grown?

Where have we grown?

Expectant eyes ask, squinting into a fading blue horizon,

Watching dreams sail into nights of warm hearts, where hurting is quelled,

There, from the treetops of my youth they sprouted,

Leaving wet footprints in the pages of books, as they found me,

Grew with me, touched my shoulder like fairies in sky blue dresses,

Opening doors to the winds that change without warning,

Warning, don’t stay, they gave me these words,

That try hopelessly to describe how I feel without feelings,

Fearless like a defiant girl with pigtails and a slashing ruby smile,

Daring a chaotic world to calm down calmer still into the calmness,

Of her being, lapses in creativity take me back there,

An empty room brimming with blind lunatics,

Studying the therapies of colouring inner worlds, seeing inverted,

If only I knew then that seagulls glide with broken wings,

Ghosting each other like shadows in the heavens,

Cutting the perfect swath through roiling clouds,

Then perfect smiles would be forever imprinted,

Like the glint of an eye or throaty laughter,

Sending golden ripples through the first layer of my skin,

That Machiavellian veneer, a bloodied gate,

Guarded by sentinels with gilded axes,

Where did I go?

Hidden under the bridge to the land of The Most,

That place where ideals are married to hopes – that place

Just a stone throw further from what I ever wanted, greener still,

I do not admit what I know if I haven’t yet asked the right question,

Held charily onto this stir like it was an egg of a honey sucker,

And I had the hands of a shy clumsy giant, grasping without sight,

Tripping over my own airs just to pretend I am not alone,

Not a story without a storyteller or friend without foe,

Where I am from, they do not stare,

They do not eat what they cannot kill, only love what bleeds,

Drinking from it what gives joy to thirst,

Delight to hunger,

But how could she know?

I’ve prowled the perimeters of a desert brown surface,

With feline obsession that steels my resolve, a hunter with a kiss,

Those shoulders when bare give coolness to my brashness,

A chill up my spine, I slash away feverishly at the obscenity of it all,

I fall from the dizzy heights of her stature as I prey,

A head full of fear, like a head full of snakes,

Turning me to stone with one look of a War Goddess,

I crumble at her feet and eat my words…

Eyes of You

Close your eyes and think of you,

See what I would see if I had your wonder,

If I had the absolute intrigue to slow birds in flight,

I’d see a soaring lady with the gentle step of a tigress,

The swoosh in your movement like the glint in your eye,

Every time I miss another secret, miss another turn of your head,

As you look and look away but never fade into light or shade,

I try guessing what you see but fail every time with a smile,

The mystery of you is your pleasure to keep and free,

To release and feed, to respect and let be,

Like your rhythm,

Your deliberate rhythm,

Do you hear silent music made only for you?

Do you play soulful instruments inside my very mind?

Your irises dance to the moon in the depths of your face,

When you ply that youthful smile like a sweet blade to the heart,

Shattering the mirror so it rains hundreds of scattered pieces,

Memories and fantasies mingling to your beautiful sound,

Touching the ground in the wake of your footsteps,

A valley of the deepest brown curves,

With the softest dips,

The river licks,

And feeds into your being,

Drawing eternal strength from the you,

That faced and overcame and lived to tell no one,

With no need for recognition or any to bear false witness,

You see what I see when I watch in annealed serenity,

Like the oldest tree knowing in the spring of mid October,

Where you blow with the winds that rejoice in your creation,

Something so elementary it must be nature’s crowning,

The envy of the worlds when they eventually meet,

Personifying one woman,

Undeniably you…