There’s both darkness and light in our silence.
There’s the green of years more innocent than these,
There’s the green of sugar canes,
There’s the crispy, bright sugar love
We so gladly extracted for each other,
There are the endless walks
In the everlasting green
Of an all-natural love,
Of childhood memories passed from
Lips to lips,
Memories like flowers to be shared.
There’s the blue of your smile as I rise,
As I rise into a goddess in your eyes,
As I envision myself rising from
Sea waves,
Sun-kissed and purified, as I envision myself
Cleansed
From the sins of words that leave us victims,
Victims of dialogues in pools of acidic exchange.
There’s the grey of your smile,
A smile that turns rough on the edges,
The grey of your eyes as our sunrise-coloured past
Fades into the hazy horizon of adulthood.
The grey of your eyes
Mirroring
The unfazed look of emptiness in my own eyes.
And there’s the dark red
Of a ripening romance both sweet and sour,
Untasted wine
Hastily poured in dirty glasses,
The pungent smell of bitter vinegar.
There’s the dark red of a bond tattooed in our veins,
The dark red of our tongues
As we have our final sip of poison before we
Retreat
Into the agonising silence of confusion.
There’s the sound of shattering glass
As I whisper “I love you”,
As I breathe the words,
Gasping for air, grasping your soft skin,
Gasping for the words that can glue
Us back together.
You notice the spillage
As I watch illusions tip over into reality’s space,
In a dreadfully painful,
Slow, deadly slow, motion.
And then there’s the yellow,
The sunlight drawing the outline of your face,
The shape of your moving lips in a state of repetition,
The crystal clear sound of “I love you”,
My tears sealing the end of this war,
Your hand now casually stroking my hair,
Our intertwined, synchronised heartbeats
Dancing to each other’s rhythm.
And then,
Then there’s just the white of our silence
As we both disappear,
A quiet drift into the private ether of our dreams,
A quiet drift into the whiteness of comfort.
And then there we are,
Walking through winter, both warm,
For a second holding each other’s hands
Brushing off the darkness of our real world,
Brushing off the heavy heartache of sound.
For the next holding each other’s hands
In the unimaginable world of the subconscious,
In a world where love defeats the darkness,
gracefully,
magically,
Always
In silence.
Rational Artist 