Ring-a-Rosie

Maart 16, 2009 at 11:30 nm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Kommentaar

I spend my days wandering amongst my friends, the trees of the woods. They watch over me whether it be night or day, for the shadows they cast remain the same regardless of the suns’ fingers trying to penetrate through the roof of green leaves above my head in an attempt to steal my darkness.

I am blindfolded because me feet no longer need the guidance of my eyes to lead them on their way. The fabric holding its’ black velvet fingers over my eyes to cover my sight feels soft and gentle as my own hands explore the contours of where it runs across my face.

Because I am being deprived of my vision, my ears have to listen and see on behalf of my covered brown eyes. I feel content, at ease, as though I am sleepwalking – but at the same time being aware of all my senses. Drowning in the moment.

The trees softly start to whisper their secrets to me. I feel their breath brushing over me in the form of a light breeze, wrapping the seams of my black lace dress around my ankles as I tread barefoot on the surface of the ground.

I can sense a clearing amongst the trees, their stems are far apart, as though they are standing in a circle around me. I stop walking, stand still and slowly lift my arms sideways, as though I was giving praise to the moment. I touched the darkness .. we moved round and round like ring-a-rosie .. the wild roses that grew nearby made music which was both dark and beautiful, as though it was a duet between a piano and a violin. Rich in melody – stimulating every auditory nerve ..

I feel warmth on my face. The sun must’ve broken through the roof of leaves. I can feel its’ yellow fingers gently touching my chin, warm and soft, slowly lifting my blindfolded head up towards the sky. I dare not move. My arms still raised.

I can smell the damp ground beneath my feet. The birds are quiet, but I hear their wings moving them forward from branch to branch as I make my way through the path where you once walked beside me.

I smile. I hear the intro .. the trees are using their leaves to make the sweetest music, to remind me of the freedom and security of the ocean. It sounds like a lullaby. They know .. I know they know. I am tired.

I stand in that clearing. I put both my arms forward, my hands stretched out as though as I was going to hold onto something. I can feel it approaching .. it pauses for a while, then presses both its’ palms against my own, our fingers lock .. and I know, even blindfolded, that I am holding the hands of time.

It came on behalf of you. To remind me. To keep your memory alive. We just stood their, in silence, swaying to the rhythm of the lullaby .. then we danced. We danced along the steps you left there a few months before. Your footprints were bigger than my own and they sunk deep into the soil. I smiled, again, and silently thought to myself ‘why was I not surprised?’ .. ‘off course the footsteps of one who carries such a big and incedible heart must sink in deeper than the average person out there’ ..

Then suddenly the music stopped. The silence was deafening. I felt my hands being lowered to my side. They felt empty. Cold. Numb. I slowly lifted my hands to my face and carefully took the blindfold off .. it was night. And I was alone.

The hands of time have left me .. with nothing but the most precious of memories. Something moved towards the side of my head .. I look up and see it just too late .. was it a firefly or a shooting star ..

I clench my fist .. trying to hold on to the feeling of ‘being able to feel’ … holding on to the fingerprints you left there … once upon a time .. long long ago …

And they lived hap ..

They lived …

For a moment in time they .. were alive.