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January 08, 2008
Red Wooden Soldiers
I see the wooden soldiers, dressed in red uniforms golden buttons and all. There have been roads I travelled and so many time I have turned back to take a last look. I have taken so much and given so little. There are ports waiting for the ships to arrive, and the airplanes line up to land. we are always going somewhere, we do not stay until love finds us. I still remember the first time I met her brown eyes and I knew I would lay my head on her lap quiet moments of all my evening and feel how I belong.
My mother made us both a magic robe of a cloth in tiny black and white checkers with red ribbons all around their edges and i felt so tall wearing mine. the women I loved and the girl I worship they are all here within me. He has been with me since I met him in a burst of lights and close up of an intimate introduction and he has been with me ever since. we have walked and I have listened while he whispered, We have walked while he listened and I yelped with youth burning me bright, now we both listen as the waves carry the lights to the shore and it is the depth of the this ocean moving within its currents that leave us in awe. we walk hand in hand close , so close that sometime its a shadow of a lonely figure that registers us in the scenery
Mystery tour of rain and snow, a shining sun and timid moon, days of drought and humid moving clouds. the atmosphere of changes that have settled within me, carrying me to the boundaries of secluded realms and crowded
solitudes. He molded me raw of a red clay and all the fragrant expectation of a dreamer burned with me to mold me outside the shadows, black and whites. I am of color and sounds, melodies and rhymes, i am of unfettered bruised wishes and unsettled climates of passions and wants, and yet I decipher the words and long for prayers, anxiety of contradictions, and solutions of calm. there are cyclones in me, tremors, quivers, fevers , he left me with so much.
My son is getting taller and the bones in his face, his skull, arms and legs are bulging, showcasing the youth that is so brash in him, so irresistible , around his tight muscles, supple lips and thick eyebrows. He growls walking around, and I walk behind him as time passes by.
Posted by Idinraha at January 8, 2008 01:53 PM