Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Somewhere

Somewhere far away is a little girl. She looks out the window, at the snow. Flakes slide off the tips of pines, like silk that once knew the pink of her shoulders. In her bubble, tresses caress her nape, the scent of which he knows so well.
She looks on, waiting. Thoughts float. Dreams were dreamt.
Somewhere on a sunny day, he was with her. On a cobblestone street, they skipped together. The entire world ceased to be. The young blush on her face stroked by laughter and recklessness. They sat together, for time that is now etched into eternity. A sea of possibilities. It was not very long before she drove back. To what was home. On a dark night, into a storm. The black outside only disturbed by a white angry frown from the skies, lightning that struck hard and seemed to have some purpose.
There is quiet now. A lone drop of eye silver finds its way to her lips. Lips that once fed hunger. Hunger she can't remember. A touch now traces a name on dust.
He is there. Relishing wines of far away lands, as winds from distant forests & smells of past lives disturb but a strand of hair on his head. Each of which her fingers recognised so well.
Not all is well in that country. She bats an eyelid, nothing has changed. Nothing has changed except she is not little anymore. A song saunters into the stillness.
Somewhere my love there will be songs*
to sing
Although the snow covers the hope
of Spring
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and
gold
And there are dreams,
all that your heart can hold......
She knows what follows. So well. Romances that are short lived. Moments which are relived, once, twice and yet another time. A hussy sunset. He left her that night. To never return. To pick up pieces of porcelin with naked fingers. Porcelin so fine that fingers will bleed.
Somewhere, a woman's fingers bleed.

If you love something, set it free,
if it was meant to be yours, it will return.
This could be said for many things or people that
we know in our life time.
For that special love in our life.
"Someday we'll meet again, my love"

Somewhere.....

* Somewhere my love
Lara's theme- Dr. Zhivago

2 Comments:

At Thursday, 17 March, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said...

so friggin ture

 
At Monday, 28 March, 2005, Blogger . : A : . said...

Very well written. I really like the way you navigate us through this one.

 

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