Noise

I long for days filled with a new breath,
A freshening air,
Throughout my brain.

Lately, so many have called upon my services, rendered only in courage. A woman must have courage, if she is to be any use whatsoever.

Hello, my suitor. I am calm as I address you, though the wind blows through my hair and ruffles my skirt.

I am the stillness of each day, and the eye of a hurricane. I am the steps in soft silt, walking silently for days through the eternally erasable desert.

I am the lily of the valley, a sign of something new and pure, yet fleeting as a cool breeze. I am the pause before you speak, the water flowing beneath your feet and the kindness seeping from her eyes.

When you and I are alone, we walk as one, each wave overwhelming our footsteps. We ride atop a grey elephant, as king and queen, and step down so many steps into rooms of burnished gold.

No one knows our story.

I am the darkness that covers you, and the light that comes to alert you of your tasks. I am the stillness that comes again and again.

We are under many stars, and time has once again become a friend, a loyal dog that lies at our feet. The music that flows inspires a new world to begin again, a world filled with children and dancing that shakes the ground beneath us.

The sounds reverberate through each vertebrae in my spine, rattling my ribs and dancing with my heart. Yes, my heart is changing, red to gold and back, as I bend forth, my ears arching into the rhythms before me.

I blink, and hear we are. Time has vanished, as has the distance between us, yet we remain to listen.

A cup of steaming tea sits between us. I look up from the reflection, and into your eyes. The world has gone, without sadness or fear, yet not without saying farewell.