This was inspired by a sunlit singer, shining so bright |
She approaches the quiet pool, The sun at her back casts her shadowed reflection across its shiny still surface. She kneels with fingers outstretched. She touches with a single fingertip and writes her story in ripples blue. The silver surface is broken into the collection of yesterdays that make her who she is, today. When taken Alone they're too large to be seen, yet too small to be missed. The breath of the sky gentle and warm sets up patterns on the surface. I see the outline of her face, lined beyond its years by events too acid not to etch trails across its tender surface. I watch, it is all I can do. I doubt you have heard my grandfatherly voice, or felt my touch upon your hair. But you have seen my shadow gently flutter by seeking a resting place and landing upon on a branch. I can't explain what drew me to you. You shine like a diamond resting softly on velvet blue reflecting rainbows from the sun. You are impossible to miss Unlike creek washed pebbles, discarded by the hand of a capricious child that landed on the side of the path haphazardly. You were set gently with love and care upon the soft blue cushions of your bed by an artist. Shining brightly you wait. You become a signal for the magic shoes to find his feet and bring them gently walking toward you. It is not I alone who sees your light. There are those who would take your brilliance and steal away leaving only darkness. Imposters with hands full of gold with mouths full of love, and minds full of hate. Run my lovely friend, take heed. They are looking diligently for opportunity to take away what is real and leave only a worthless token for a bus that runs to Nowhere. In your life I cannot interfere. I am not your judge or even one who can tell you by experience or education what ought, or what ought not. I fly in circles above your head sometimes full of chatter and song, sometimes as silent as the cold gray rock that lines the canyons of my mind. I’d cry out, a warning, but would the echoes assure you with their sound that you are safe and you are not alone? An echo is just a shadow copy as empty as the hollow of the bell hanging high above my head. It rings over the valley. Is it God speaking, or is it the knell of a lie? Is it just an echo broadcasting the failures that bounce endlessly in my mind. I am filled with unrelenting sadness. When day is done I wander in darkness seeking proof that I did not waste the gift that was today. |