Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

dizzy

I jump onto the rainbow again
as Eros climbs in my hand
and a fire burns in my chest
as I play in soft rain

I hear the laughter again
from somewhere inside the light
I stalk it like a hunter
hungry again
inside the dream again

Light swirls
and you appear
glistening in formless light
dancing and singing all around me
you shift and take shape
and my heart bounds beneath
as the red begins to bleed through
My God - it is You

you run on ahead
like snowflakes
dancing on circles of wind

I follow...
follow your light tracks
I always seem to be following you
here
to the rainbows end
to where it all began

but I can never seem to catch you
you run too fast
the dizziness pulls me up
and over the chasm
like violent trembling wings

if only for a moment I brush your shoulder
with the light from my fingertips
But the space gives way
and you are racing still
so I laugh as I pick up the trail of stones
fallen from your pocket

~ laughter echoes inside the dream ~

you slowly turn around
see me there
clutching the stolen stones

my heart stops dead in my chest
have I awakened you?
do you really see me?

you tilt your head and narrow your eyes
"Do I know you?" he is wondering
I tremble and want to wake
you weren't meant to see me here
you weren't meant to see the stones
now dripping like melted glass
from my hands
in a moment of fear

you realize your own blunder
and the hole in your pocket
and then stare at me accusingly
but I want to cry out in defense
"These are my stones!!
Do you not remember the rain-
when all turned to ice and snow?"

but instead I run
run back the way we came
through the dizzying daylight
away from you
away from the stones
that I leave behind again

I always seem leave them behind for you

do you even remember what they are for?

I run
so dizzy from the heat
of your light

I slide over the rainbow
and back into my darkness
back to the window again
iced over and cracking still...

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