'The result of my life was, so to speak, nothing.'
The storm in your eyes, the white lightning behind them that flashes out, burning, reducing all to red; the heart that is opened, brought to speak of/on its own; the recollection of bright days as the rain falls obliquely on cold windowpanes. Memories held closely to oneself, the fist clenched. The rain falling, the loosening of your hair, the glare of lights in the darkening, the rain, full of longing, dissolving what was left of you.
Typhoon. Such a strange history. A word well-traveled. Mixed ancestry. How nature loves to cross boundaries whilst humans erect barriers, create distinctions. The great clearing, the open ground, breaking newly, your brow fresh, radiant; the miscellaneous bastardization of our lives, the mingling of thoughts and blood, when the time is right, when time, finding itself, slots into place, and the rain falls darkly no more. Then, with flowers on your lips and winter in your heart we will, so to speak, kiss.
Typhoon. Such a strange history. A word well-traveled. Mixed ancestry. How nature loves to cross boundaries whilst humans erect barriers, create distinctions. The great clearing, the open ground, breaking newly, your brow fresh, radiant; the miscellaneous bastardization of our lives, the mingling of thoughts and blood, when the time is right, when time, finding itself, slots into place, and the rain falls darkly no more. Then, with flowers on your lips and winter in your heart we will, so to speak, kiss.
2 comments:
"so to speak, kiss", hmmm - this sounds so sad, especially with all this rain falling and this quiet disintegration of shapes and memories. how strange that you would write about endless rain, this is what happens here now, and i hate it, this cold, this dark. the normal weather here for this time of the year should be hot summer... glowing sun, not black sun :-)
(i know you hate the south :-P)
Gosh, you know you're right sherlock! This does sound sad (and silly). but I do love the rain and long for it. and yes, the south does my head in. too much light...can't stand it.
khair...
catch you later.
k.
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