A desert was behind him, his physical eyes were blinded and sharpened, his other vision became crisp, in the distance an old set of mountains and an old queen, young in age, with a new king. A bridge built from a third mountain in the same range.
He sighs, and the breeze carries his breath, opening his companions eyes. Her necklace a key, hanging loosely and swaying over smooth, but prominent collar bones; her eagle perched near both their donkeys grazing on new, fresh grass sprung up about her planted flower; her eagle, silhouetted by a glowering sun behind it.
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She sighs and breathes him in; the air of a new mountain top, in a new range, a desert hiding an ancient bridge, and an even older tree with a man sitting at its roots; eyes closed in the dark and cold underside of the desert floor. The swirl of sand which blinded him, the intense light still whitening even the deepest browns.
He sees the city of his old kingship; he remembers the valley below and the meeting amongst fire with the queen. He sees her laughing among new kingdoms in the same mountain range and his companions eagle takes to the sky - moving violently in ascent.
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He blinks his physical eyes, he sees the old and new mountains, he sees the sky; he smiles at the abandoned bridge, happy that a new one, more suited, has been built from different mountains in the same range, to and from his old Queen's rhythmic kingdom.
He sees the rain clouds and his companion sighs, shutting her physical eyes; her key doesn't move, but her hair pools in the shallow of her collar bones; the fondness of the sun reflecting off her lips.The mountain air is sweet, the desert wind is dancing, the valleys mist closes and opens in a slowing pattern; the Eagle soars over the old kingdom, over the burned, abandoned bridge, soars level with the queens kingdom and rises as it lets out its call.
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A blessing like a burst of flames covers the sky and the man sighs, the breeze carrying his breath to his companions open mouth; she sighs and he breaths her in. The eagle returns, its feathers unceremoniously ablaze; a soft crackle of ceaseless fire pops as it rests, perched near their donkeys, both grazing on the fresh grass growing around their garden.
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Something you wrote, or someone else wrote.. it's very deep. I've read it about 4 times and I still am not 100% sure what it's about...
ReplyDeleteI wrote it yesterday. What's it about for you? and did you click on the link 'How Love Comes' - that might make the imagery a little clearer.
ReplyDeleteIt's an addition to something I wrote a few months back about a man leaving his mountain and meeting a queen from a near by mountain in the valley between them - their meeting over fire, etc. etc. it goes on and he leaves the mountain and goes down into the desert to walk till he collapses and when he does he does so at the foot of stairs that lead down under the desert. Very dark. There is another bridge, a man (w/ eyes closed) - he stays there awhile and that was part one. Part two he goes back out into the desert and though the same desert, his experience - is processing of it - is evolved, then his love comes to him (the poem linked). And then I wrote this yesterday. The imagery and allegory drawn from the bible, Indian mythology and my own imagination I feel tells the story best, but also I fear obscures it a bit - so i resign to being esoteric in one sense, showing only to those who see type thing - most importantly I want to know how you experienced it. Thank you SO much for reading it! Coffee next Tuesday? Monday?