I’m Heading Home again. My mind is full of you. You, shining bright in all your True Colours, surpassing the glorious Starlight blazed across these expansive skies as I Drive slowly, pushing wearily against The Road at 4500m, tyres crawling over the surface, soft and sticky like Glue. Embracing, like your love.
The Lights from distant towns glimmer
on the horizon whilst I listen to your voice playing over and over in my mind.
You always know what to say to pull me out of my self-centred stupor and Push
Me to My Limits. I need your voice now as I float across these Roads. Without
you, it feels as though I might be foolishly Walking Away from Love, heading in
the wrong direction to I Don’t Know Where. Back to you?
I’m taking the long way ‘round, of
course, but I could Ride All Night along these grey, dark paths, pedalling
endless cycles and it won’t change the fact that I Adore You, that I would
gladly spend all my days and all my nights finding my way back to you. Back to
you and I. You and I in our Private Universe, where the Algorithms are always
spot on, feeding and holding our rhythms in perfect time as we live and love
many Lifetimes together, weaving in and out of life’s never-ending web.
Thoughts spiral backwards (or was it
forwards?) to that Easter in the city where we bathed in the Half-Light of
early spring evenings, surrounded by the regal glow of hyacinths, fragrant as
the new life blossoming all around our eager souls.
I’m often startled by how easily
memory can Roll Back the moth-eaten blanket of Insecurities that have weighed
heavy on my heart since 1976. But that day, lying Beneath You under the
magnificent magnolia whose petals fell sweetly down upon us like kisses from an
oceanic sky, drowning out all sound of distant Street Life, we gave ourselves
up to the Purple Sun, confident that Everyone Should Have Their Day and this
was ours. Ours for the taking. Ours for the keeping, alongside the myriad other
jewels stored securely in our treasure chests, heart strings tightening with
every remembrance.
Back on the road, the Okolona River
Bottom Band sings loud from the stereo. Lilting voices harmonising thoughts
into a dream-like reverie and I find myself and lose my self in a Labyrinth of
recollections. Looking upward to the sky, Wide Open, blue as childhood summers,
I fall to my knees as though Love in Itself were bearing down on my shoulders,
pushing me to the ground through vivid vivacious sunbeams.
I awake to find myself alone and lost
again. This time, at the centre of the puzzle caught up in an Inner Tale of
half-truths, secrets and dilemma, bound by mythic string and you, Red Dressed
floating toward me in Detached Motion. Here one moment, faded the next. Like
all our too short days.
As the sun sets, we are reunited and
lose ourselves in Love for Days - magical days that stretch on and on. Though each
moment is delicious in many ways, my heart yearns to Take You Home but as we
try to leave, our legs, heavy with love, seem to be drawn like magnets to the
welcoming earth and we struggle to stop ourselves Falling Down. I start to worry,
feeling confused but you are laughing in Turkish Delight as you take my hand
and pull me from our dream back to the road.
The music has long since stopped playing and only your voice remains,
resounding at Perfect Magnitude through the persistent drum beat of my heart,
seeping into my bones, vibrating at comforting frequencies, forming a Bridge between
our worlds as I keep on driving Until The morning.
