|Influences||the people around me who inspire me to keep writing.|
The Day We Met
If we could go back to the day we met
I would make sure it never happened,
Not just when we met again
But when you first ever caught
A glimpse of me, or heard my name;
I would pluck away your memory of me
And replace it with a washing of white noise
The feeling of needing to remember something
Long forgotten, but comforted by the
Presence of not knowing,
I would smooth away the image of me
Tucked into the corners of your mind
And replace it with something peaceful
Like an image of a quaint boat
Making its way out to sea,
Then I would replace every inch of your skin
That had ever touched mine and replace
It with something new and untouched
So that not only your memory, but every cell
In your body no longer remembered me-
And then I would kiss you one last time
As you slept so soundly, whisper my final goodbye
Leaving nothing but the traces of tear drops on your skin
And then, as the sun bled into the sky
I would fade away like the last remnants of the night.
Places That Lemon Ducks Get Lost
It happened all at once. On a day where no one was expecting it. One minute the earth was peaceful, calm and the next, it was shattering around them in a whirlwind.
Down the rabbit hole the two lovers fled. Hand in hand, bodies tumbling down the dark tunnel, an ungraceful deposit to safety.
What now? What now? The lovers cried as they turned head over heels, as they landed crumpled at the bottom of the hole. Their hearts were dishevelled like their torn jackets as they sat in silence in the all engulfing darkness. They could not hear any sounds above; no explosions, no firing of guns, no screams of torment as the violence tore the body away from the self.
All was quiet, all was peaceful, in the places that lemon ducks get lost.
Do you have any source of light? A lighter or maybe a match? No, no lighters or matches, just darkness. Just us and this hole and this all consuming darkness and the safety from the war above. Do you miss home? I do indeed, very much. Will we ever get out of this hole? No, I highly doubt it-people go missing during war all the time and are never found. Well, if I am to never be found, then I am glad that I got lost with you. We cannot truly ever be lost as long as we are together.
The lovers huddled together, their broken dialogue echoing in the empty space. Time felt different here, the world did not feel so physical or constrained by physics and the law of man. Their bodies felt different also; although hours must have gone by, their legs did not cramp, their stomachs did not rumble with hunger and their eyes did not drop with drowsiness. Down the rabbit hole, in this lost space, it felt like a whole different universe, as if they had stepped off of earth and woke up on the moon.
Here, in this quiet, cosmic, infinite space, the lovers talked. Of good things and bad things, of sweet memories and ones that felt bitter to taste. They talked of old favourites and new favourites, of theories of the world and the universe. They talked of their love for eachother, which they revealed was as everlasting as the stars somewhere up above them.
In this space, in this honest and open dimension of darkness, the lovers fell in love again. Even as the world as they knew it was destroyed above them, even though they knew that they were lost forever in this limbo between dimensions, they still fell in love again. And again, and again. For what else is there to do in the places that lemon ducks get lost, other than fall in love over and over again, until you are a single unit of energy, morphing into one entity, not a singular mind or body, but the plurality of the two.
Do you find loving me beautiful or tragic? I find loving you to be both-at some points, my love for you is so true that I wish I could paint the beauty of it to show you, and at other times, my love was tragic because I knew that we would not die together the way good lovers do. But here we are now, lost down the rabbit hole, surely to die together-is that not a tragic ending? Tragic, yes, but beautiful because we are together, safe from the evil of the world. These violent delights have violent ends, but I’m glad that ours could at least be beautiful.
And while time did not carry on the way that mans clock suggests it do, the minutes ticking by, the hours changing hand by hand, the lovers felt the end nearing, not in the way that medicine suggest that death is painful, but in the way that stars disintegrate and fall from the sky at some point or another. As their bodies dissolved into star dust in the never ending darkness, their minds too slipped through their fingers like silk and water. The lovers sat in silence as they dissolved into not only the darkness, but the cosmos around them. For what was there to say once all things had been said and done? They had fallen in love an infinite number of times; now all that was left was to say goodbye. But how do lovers say goodbye in the darkness, when their physical bodies no longer exist and their minds are fading like sand through the hourglass?
I promise to find you again in my next life and every life after that. And I promisee to remember you in my next life and every life after that. I love you, always. Always, until we meet again my love.
Soon, all was quiet down the rabbit hole. The darkness was still and undisturbed, while the earth above it burned to nothing. The only remnants of the lovers, was the memories of those alive above ground to remember them-the hole had consumed them into the cosmos, leaving no trail of them behind.
The lovers were not lost, for no one is truly lost when they have another love to follow into the next life. They were not lost, for they had the universe to guide them gently from this life into the next; where hopefully, the lovers would meet again and again, until the final stages of consciousness (enlightenment).