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Joana.
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The sky was still then
As all the clinging leaves
And everything was peaceful
But strange
So I floated down the canal
And stood above the icy river
Waiting for you
The knights were sleeping then
As the forgetful black crows
And a calming cloud took a strong breath
Upon me
So I lingered there and seeped the breeze
Yet so suddenly the breath consumed strength
And it came like a slow reluctant waltz
Trees softened by it began to dance
Waving their arms feather-like
Beckoning me to the succumbing
Their watery dance so alluring
And the soft waltz gliding away
For that flirtatious moment
The trees were my lovers
And they flattered me with their call
For that fleeting moment
Sparse through another dimensional time
I felt the warmth of an embrace
And the sweet longing comfort that it brings
Throughout that dream
I hoped that the trees would blend
And mould your soul
So I could see its skies again
But then the waltz changed
And metallic noises came
And around the trees and I
Several thousand cemented blocks stood
Severe and frowning at our dance
Shaking heads with displease
And as I looked back
The trees were immune to life
Like they had been before
And sadly I returned to the blocks
Walking sluggishly on my feet...
But the ringing notes of the waltz remained intact in a tattered mind and one day it will soar loudly, turning blocks into ashes and dancing freely to the everlasting branch ritual.
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