The sea has invaded the land...
an experience,
a feeling...
that the rain is proof we should be alive,
that I should...
when it changes,
and shifts away all pretenses of our spirits...
we are lost in its' swayy,
and really what is so wrong with being lost?
A long time ago in my spirit...
but a short while ago in time,
I heard music played through...
the support beams on an island I lived upon.
A thousand memories of mud and rain that define me...
Of lying amidst grass and tiny wildflowers as the rain fell,
and the wires chattered...
a scent of sadness scattered with the falling drops,
and a numbness that invaded my soul with the cold...
and did not leave for many years,
Of racing my memory boys...
through a drenched and freezing night of long ago,
laughing madly and not caring if we slipped...
so free and barely able to hold a cup of milo afterwards,
for the tremors in our hands...
Of the coldest place imaginable,
high upon a mountain range...
in the smallest of towns,
for a mere festival...
we braved the ice and steam and dreamy things,
to wander in the mist...
All my broken hearts are jointed to the rain,
and then...
there were the warmer times,
when magic breathed like a scented dragon...
of Balinese days,
a home-calling...
in which the drops were transformative,
and we rode through an early night on the smallest of bikes...
rain was not to be feared then,
it was never so...
but,
Instead it brought out the night creatures...
and the enchanted beast faces,
the mur-people...
the shadows drifting into melted streets,
and dogs with their coats matted and wet...
guarding their stretch of sand,
of fishing nets in a heady sea...
where the people walked along the waves and coral,
a path that wound by the sea...
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a trancendental path almost,
men with shotguns are the norm along it...
ancient half-smiling dragons that guard buildings,
to disguise the true treasures they protect...
a trail that led to a thin forest,
where all was swallowed by the darkness...
But our eyes were lit,
from within by cat-light...
and we pulled ourselves forward through the forests' wayy,
to arrive at an abandoned shopping village...
late at night as it was,
where a final bus would only come by...
in the last scraggly hints of time,
while I swung upon a creaking swing-set...
two women,
joined me there...
they were both wise and young,
beyond their years...
with eternal sun smiles,
and a way that proved they knew me...
though we had never before met,
A vow I made and a knowledge I recieved...
that somehow this place I knew,
and was home...
in another time,
and another dimension...
Remembrance.
Still the darkness wavers and hints inside of me...
'illegitimite child' he/they purr,
how can you be...?
When every breath and step and waking hour you take,
is built trembling with an undefined disatisfaction...?
The moth gnawing will one day consume you,
so hold tight changling...
to those memories of yours,
they will light your way through the dark...
for we know that death is not tired of you yet.
But there is and will be peace,
in that place waiting...
alone.
I've been dreaming of better things and feelings...though the dark still invades.
Much Love and yearning for rain and not,
Miss CLScarlett xx
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