Yes it is true
a dream of those proportions
in the light of day may seem
impossible
yet as I hold your words in the palm of my hand
like a lotus, like a voltive
and blue birds crest the mango river in my mind
I feel I am already packing, soon to board
fly, or sail, through cloud and ether
shrugging off my old life and its eternal longing
for the warmth of your charcoal eyes
the pallet of your country, a dream yes
but who planted this dream within me? Since a child
a voice sung in my mind at night, the prayers
of your world, its color and sound, a heartbeat
I heard you walking in your flat sandals the color of
rain and earth, a firebush of movement
I feel your fingers adorning your wrists
closing material around your waist
like a hundred tales we’ve yet to tell
I am sitting next to you, cross-legged and perspiring
beneath an ancient Ashoka tree
listening to your childhood, and the reed warbler
thread her song between rainbow and monsoon
perhaps I will never disembark
fling off my old life and relinquish
the dust of the past, but then, who
is that girl who alights on hot tarmac?
One bag in hand, the other shading
her halcyon eyes in search
of your mahogany smile
perhaps I am just
one step away from climbing this rain forest tree
shared in places further than any journey
without sorrow, passing through
to your world, to your part of myself
waiting all this long time
to fuse into one.
To shrug off all that has gone before except a dream and travel lightly, hopefully, joyfully to a dreamt of love, without sorrow, how else?
Beautiful vision!
This is lovely
D, thank you so much my friend (and you are, in spades)
🙂