Tuesday, August 5, 2008

QUICKSILVER

and thinking about fickle..
here's my quicksilver..

She wanted to smell the roses today.
Amid gold bubbles she wanted to play.
She wanted to kiss the lilies fair,
To follow the warblers to their lair.

She wanted to live a thousand dreams,
A thousand fantasies in a single blink.
She wanted to write a poem or two.
She wanted to squelch a handful of glue.

She wanted to dance in a sea of storm.
She wanted to sing 'neath a shower warm.
She wanted flowers to adorn her hair.
And often enough, cry a perfect tear.

The gleam of the sunset in the glint of her eyes,
The promise of a morning in the curve of her smile.
The waves of her hair in the bends of a river.
The song of the wind on her lips did quiver.

She wanted to just swirl around.
Her skirt a green tornado and its eye her form.
She wanted to dance the dance of death.
A mad furious tandav to merge with the blessed.

The steamed mirror a perfect slate.
Her finger sketching a watery tale.
Of tearglazed flowers on a long dead tree.
Of the mirrored farce of a desert's sea.

Of EXIT signs in the middle of a show.
Of dark cobbled lanes the highwayman trod.
Of the blood red rose marking the hole.
Where the bullet passed her and tore his soul.

And when new water down the mirror flows,
Her face distorts in its zigzagged rows.
A blurred reflection stirring up ghosts
Of old oblivions, Of old resolves.

She wanted to own the ephemeral glow
Of fireflies in mosaics;beneath her toes.
And with a lone cricket a duet or two,
And hum with the bees an enchanted tune.

With the kingfisher's hue as streaks in her hair,
In a walnut chariot drawn by steely mares.
With the storm in her eyes and the sun in her song,
The wind her road as shadows grew long.

A sparkling promise she leaves in the sky,
As the black satin shrouds the fire.
Of another day, of fantasies galore
Woven in time by her white hands pure.

They twinkle with laughter and replay her antics,
And pull out a story for lovers getting frantic
And sing a lullaby reminding the world
To look for her as Aurora comes flaunting.

1 comment:

D. said...

Beautifully written..