Release

They say we love in different ways..


The one who watches, like an eagle
eyes defined, by nothing but presence - 
piercing, sharp
and wistful.
Energetic flames, riding through armoured veins,
trustful, compact..
(witty).

'I will never look back,' she says
'I will never look back.
Not with this amount of love held deep, within these sacred veins
of mine.'

*

It is the blood of the earth, that has shed her tail,
not mine.
It is the salt of the waves, that leaves its trace,
upon long, twisted, tortured vines.

''We need only look into and learn from those soulful eyes 
that are 'wild and wise and loving.' '' *

And indeed, we have made her tender bones frail, 
and unable.
But she is not dead,
for the wild spirit..she never dies.

For she is part of life - 
timeless, ageless,
and of that, we do not know why.

But we have lost the ability to speak our own truths.

I thought she had forgotten about me,
but she was always here,
always with me,
even when I had forgotten myself.


He who runs...

he runs in hope of finding the woman of his dreams,
but then runs away, the moment he thinks he has found her.
Now, never a day doth go by
when he doesn't think about her..
'I shall run again,' he says,
to his people who live beneath 'dem waves.
'Aye, indeed, I shall run again.
No matter which path, no matter which way.'

Aye, indeed, one day, he shall run again.

*

She who walks...

but finds she can't do this no more, and she shan't do this no more.
No more to be a slave to her now unrecognisable self.

Turn the page lady,
and ride the wave.
Can't you hear him coming?
Can't you see him running?
Don't force him away lady.
Don't push him away.
Stop punishing yourself.

'I shall walk no more, walk no more,
for I dance now, for I dance now.
I walk no more.
I walk no more.'

Dance now, dear lady.
You dance, you dance, you dance.
Such a beautiful dance.

Now dance your way, toward the running man.

*

And they shall meet again at the crossroads - 
a time for letting go
of 'dem withered, rusty bones.

Sometimes, belief in a little bit of madness
helps to keep us sane.


''Perhaps one is afraid,
for the waters are deep..'' *

...they make diamonds with their waves.

*'Women who run with the wolves' - Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Salient Rose

''She is that within nature which is not known, which is quite possibly unknowable and so provides no certainty. She may express a sense of potential, but with a complete lack of promise. She is the mystery we long for and the emptiness we fear losing ourselves within.'' *

I just want the cruel, with the wind upon my wing.

'Cruel, be cruel to me.'

She acts this way in order to find herself; in order to find her truest self.

'Becoming someone else, in order to know who I really am.

Pushing my boundaries, within and around me.'

*

'You and your Roses,

crawling with me. Calling,

calling..

''Did you find peace there?''

'It is peace that I am afraid of.'

''There is nothing to be afraid of.''

And poking through in the distance, were her eyes - 

a delicate shade of green and red,

amongst thorns, amongst webs.

And then she appeared, as Roses do

- sharp, and rusty

as if decaying on the inside.

And she danced along to the fiddle,

in tune with the rhythm, and in tune with the stars.

And as sure as deep, as the hidden moon,

remembering all, that shame can bring;

she knew to never stop dancing..

No, she will never stop dancing.

*

And she loved again, and she stole his heart...

''Remembering all that she could bring.''

'I loved his face, I loved all and everything,

within and around him,

but he bore me pain, and he bore me suffering.

And he stole my heart..

He killed me.'

*

We tread so near,

and yet we breathe so cold.

Now bottled in a jar;

inescapable.

''..in order to lose myself

in absolute reflection.''

*'Kissing the Hag - Emma Restall Orr