To take apart is to learn how to sow....
The hardest way was the chosen path. Inside his head all the things shared were swarming. Words in anger and passion. He knew the lessons were many. Of how to love women without owning them.
He saw the pictures and heard the stories. The arms around her shoulder. Soldiers telling others of their union. Zooming in on her face bore no hidden darkness. She was smiling with all the beautiful parts of her face.
His true love, carried off in a chariot of perfect romance. He was left behind at the Dock. Without ship or marine to take him beyond. And like the past his Atlantis continued to evade him whole.
The woman was becoming a ghost. The cold air in his every forgotten coffee mug. The hair of a stranger in a taxi. The laughter of a child in waiting. Every damn window was a door.
How would he out run his failure to fish again?
Patience a foe and the saviour. In his time away the walls of her city became re built. Technology and ore discovered in trees and air. She became a queen and king disguised as a song. The ever glorious top heavy warrior for peace. Like a bird she flew over square miles of ocean. Circling the globe twice only to end up in his mail.
Like a flood she came with full force and debri. Beautiful and violently vulnerable. Without a desire to save she came to accept him. Pick him and love him.
He only wanted to be written by her thoughts. Loved openly by her side. Kissed and hugged as others watched.
He would love her every minute. Let her be in every second. Observe without controlling by her side. Learn to listen to the voice in her hug and if allowed keep the secret of his mystical city forever.
The end
WordPress.com
No comments:
Post a Comment