Blue a long ago lover came to me in my sleep last night and stated rather matter of factly, "I defended you....." without accusation, or anger, or even bitterness or hurt I awoke immediately, and wondered aloud, "From what? From who?" the timbre of her voice resounded in my head with long suppressed emotions and I wondered where she was? I walk, naked, in the darkness, to a beacon of moon beam a spotlight on the wooden floor below the arched window and peer up with the dilated pupils of a man in the darkness to wait for the answer reverent of the light, blue upon my shoulders the skin of my body becomes fluid and I watch as it merges into the light and I become a rivelet of blue ascending into the window I open my mouth but no sound escapes me, there is nothing but the blue light that is me.......I am the moonbeam, the light in one breath I am beyond palpation I awake , naked on the wooden floor, in the darkness, cold ...... cold, blue vapor I look at my hands, to assure myself they have done no wrong, afraid of them hours have passed and the light from the coming dawn is deep blue outside the window she is safe and warm and loved and happy and ...... and I retreat back to my room, the vapor rising off me as steam from the dawn back into my skin she awakes without anger, or resentment, bitterness, or hurt her hand brushes away the moisture upon her cheek Blue, evaporating with the sunlight pouring through her window |
"Blue" © Wauhilau as posted in
alt.discuss.clubs.public.culture.native-american.benable
on Mon, May 1, 2006, 9:31pm (EDT-3)
"Shame On The Moon" by Rodney Crowell
bead bar courtesy of Greasy Grass