Under The Closed Door…

…a slice of light shines from the long white hall with it’s shiny, black eyeball watchers embedded in the bottom of the upper floor. Under the door and through the light I escape the glassy black eyes and their impersonal stare. I rise to the sky-light in Winter’s still moonless night cold humid cloud fog feels more dense than the glass whose atomic structure yields to my unsubstantial existence.

You have called out to me.

This form feels no cold.

I am weightless darkness moving across the earth upon the winds. The updraft of a stray trade wind throws me aloft into the jet stream. 300 to 400 miles per hour I speed as the jet snakes past oceans and continents. I will reach you before you wake up, look in the mirror, and douse dark curls with water and look at your black eyes in the small mirror above the sink. I soar East and the sun has not yet shed a ray into the nascent skies.

I feel you. You are wearing that semi-circular torque around you…drawing me into your atomic structure…

…into your dream.

“I have come.”

You lay on a green hillside sprinkled with tiny white star-flowers. Your lashes brush your high cheek bones soaking in the sun before it arrives and the call to prayer breaks the hush of dawn. Your face smiles with the peace of the moment.

I look at her through barely opened eyes. This has always been a talent of mine: to call these creatures of the wind. She is small and fair like the flowers. Snow white curls blowing in the mountain wind framing a child’s face. She is one whose age means nothing. I say nothing. She stands there and moves, carefully, until she casts a shadow on my face and I can see her more clearly.

Green eyes. Slightly pointed ears. She does not look centuries old.

“Come…”

She moves over the earth without touching it and sits beside me. She lays her hand upon my chest and understands I am also not human…not in this place. Her hand is small and her touch is like feathers. Without words she lays down next to me and curls up very close. I hold her easily with one arm. The breeze blows her soft blue dress over the hairs on my arms tickling them and making my skin laugh. I can feel that she feels, too, the ground move beneath us. 

What a lovely creature it is who called me, who holds me so tightly to himself. Still he seems not to have seen me but I know him too well. This world is only overlaid upon the one we live in. I slide my hand under his leather jacket and feel the hairs under the cotton shirt making it stand away from his body. I feel his skin laugh under the material. Birds fly overhead speaking their chirrrrrr chirrrrrr language and somewhere drums beat.

Maybe it is our hearts that sound like thunder in counter-point?

The wind makes trees sing with the birds and the drums of our hearts make a music beyond the sound of humanity. My hand climbs to his face. It needs no mind to make it move. He still says nothing. Over the short beard my fingers stray to his lips. I feel a thread spin through my ether as he takes my fingertip between his lips and starts what I can imagine…

…I slowly pull away and cup his ear in one palm, curving it so that the wind sings louder.

“It sings for you beautiful one.”

His eyes open. Within them I see all the light and good things to my darkness. He is Day to my Night…Joy to my Sorrow…mirror of my soul.

“So it always is that darkness comes clothed with light…”

“So it always is that light creates the shadows of Time…”

Inside I become outside and outside she becomes inside. Sweet smells come from grass the colour of her eyes crushed for the sake of Love. 

Now both his arms encircle me as the sky does the planet and he pulls me on top on his long slender body until my arms frame his face like a pale halo and his long dark lashes sweep upwards, white teeth flashing into a smile. His eyes hold me like his arms hold me and the blue dress from the sky flows over his legs while my knees rest on either side of him, barely touching the ground. Green grass tickles my toes. The world sings a chorus of birds and hearts and the voices of the trees.

Fierce joy rises up in me. I want this one I have called to me; to serve and protect and love. One hand moves without thought to the soft white curls dancing in the breeze and cups and tangles and her sea green eyes close as she gives her mouth to me. Her hands tangle in my hair as well.

His mouth tastes like well water. I am thirsty for this kiss! Sing birds that fly! Sing for this love! Beat drums! I feel the love he cannot say with words pressed against my belly.

The first ray of sun reaches it’s greedy fingers over the pregnant earth. Azan is called.

I awake in the middle of the night.

My arms are empty.

Make Me

You
Walking ahead
Many days I dreamed of you
Staring at your photo
For hours until the sun rose
Now here you are
Just ahead of me
If I could will
You to slow down and turn
See me …
You
I want your hands
Warm and brown
Wait for me
Let me catch you
To breathless to speak
I would will you to turn
In this bright sunshining down
In this cold wind coming down from snows
Extremes of delight
Excite one soul
Yes!
Turn!
Such a sweet crooked smile
For you I stand beyond time
If a heart can melt from joy
I could stare into those eyes
Until forever is yesterday
Oh
My heart stopped
Skipping to you as a child
Stand before you in awe
Wordless
Your face
Like some angel’s in this palace of green
Please forgive these tears
While I smile back
Say nothing
I can smell your sweat
The slopes and rocks of land
Like Love Salt stings and heals
You
Your arms reach
Beckon and I would fall into them
One wrist in each strong hand
Raised until all that is soft of me
Is stretched into your body
I will lock my fingers
In your dark curls
Rest my face upon your heart
You are bliss
You are fire
My throat aches
You are moving
I will not let go
NO
You hold me so tightly
Thin Summer’s material
Hides nothing
Hard desire pressed into a soft belly
Speaking more of Love
Than any words
Your eyes tragic
With old sweet pain
Drinking tears from my face
Soft lips and desire
Desire
Rip the thin weave of Summer
Make the bed soft green
Whisper into my body
All of your Love
With your body
In the rythmns of Life
Flood me with your energy
Smooth brown into soft pink
Trembling like the earth
It’s only explosion
That is sweet and pain
Both at once

Tatterdemalions

Oh Beloved One
Look upon these faces
These desperate hearts
Seeking to fill emptiness with nothing
Send them waterfalls of Love
Send them rain
Wash hurting eyes
Until rivers of joy flow
Until deserts of cruelty melt
Until sand begins to green
… Make each one see
The other as a creation
Of such amazing beauty
That there is no way to compare
Oh Beloved One
The best words I have
You give me
The sweetest tears
Belong to You
The most joyful smile
It is Yours
No matter then the tattered humanity
For I, too, am tattered
Each of us torn in different ways
We still have to keep walking
Until there is no road
Until words end
Until beautiful gates open
Into places we cannot imagine
Oh beloved One
Be with me in my aloneness
As I finally rest into dreams
You give me such lovely ones
May it be one day
The world is clean again