The Blues

I traverse the road of those memories

Shadows of you and me dancing along the rough terrain of pain and hate

Shadows that fade along the landscape of what could have been

Snaking its way on the stream of faithful heart songs

We find ourselves riding tame smiles

Ignoring the glare of the hidden

That which was left undone..

I feel sad

I remember the passions of our rum

Fermenting with speed in the vats of deep tongue kisses

Distilled by the hands we never understood

Hands as delicate as the back bone of new born stars

I feel the blues seeping in

I remember  looking deep and far into your eyes

Looking past the bushes

Parting the leaves of tears

Snapping the branches of past experiences

Sitting in the middle of the field

Allowing the angels of my spirit to lie on the warmth of those floors

Sacrificing their wings

Just to get abit closer

I remember those days …

I feel sad

Remembering the feel of your soul mapped in your hands

Painted with the nakedness of your fears and imprinting it on my skin

I remember those hands …

Strong yet feeble

Firm yet tender

A hand that stirred the whirlpool of unforgotten

And I feel sad

The blues are here, even on this faithful day

The day I took to bathe in the guitar and violin strings of new beginnings

And I feel blue

Like the baby that has no more tears ….

Whaling and bawling is no longer enough to extinguish what he feels

So his bones become steel …

And he breathes the steam of his combustion

 I feel blue

And everything I see is blue

And everything I feel is you

And everything I touch becomes a reflection of us

And the blue seeps in

And “you” seep in

There is no “I realize we were meant to be but can’t” – kind of ending

Or I’m feeling sad today but tomorrow will be better

This is a chronicle ….

Feeling sad isn’t always  a momentary something

some days we’re all too caught up to feel it

And with tears we pay the dividends

Sadness is the moon of my world

My writings are neap tides, spring tides …

My tears? Tidal wave

This is a chronicle... Testifying that I …

Remain a captive moon goddess