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To Her

She was exquisite, beautiful, tall, slender, thin-boned, with shadowed grey-blue eyes, sensuously pale skin and young, long hair that was nearly white. She was 74 years old and alone. Her husband was gone and her only daughter died many years ago. She lived in a small place with her plants and a cat and her music. Most of the time, she walked and talked to herself and anyone else who listened. On a few occasions, I was "anyone else" on the street listening as she talked about her dreams, her visions, her understanding. Like many mystics and my beloved mad Aunt, this delicate, articulate woman believed that 2001 (the rightfully first year of the new millennium) marked the awakening and reappearance of the treasured and patiently lost city of Atlantis. It rose, she said, invisibly at first, high into the sky and spread like a mist across the face of this blue planet. As it slowly appeared, she said, like an apparition over moonlit water, it brought with it a display of universal life in universal clarity. All religious ideas will dissolve, all temporal laws and mores will fade. There was no past year or decade or century, she said, just one long period from the time the crystal of Atlantis slipped into the sea until now, the next time.She said this to me on more than one occasion and led me to believe her. She is my Sisyphus. What happened last year and the year before that is all part of the heisenberg rock that engulfs her and everyone else... simply to be pushed to the top of the hill and then allowed to roll down again. What intrigued Camus about his Sisyphus was the time spent walking down the hill, free-spirited, knowing what will happen, free in that knowing. So did I become intrigued with this woman who lived in the present and was free of the past and the future. The string-pullers of her life, of her being, vanished. Her sentience came from within and her consciousness clothed her from the outside. Like Camus, I concluded... she was happy.


He said in echo...
I am a stranger in a strange land.
Everything here is theirs.
The sky, the water, the air, blue
Blue like my world
They can not see me
Blue like my mind
They can not hear me
To be blue in a blue world
Is to be invisible
And I am blue and invisible.
The echo never ends.

Night Songs/Portrait: Her Hands

Fingers long, white, lying flat
Fingers spread, quiet, soft
Only her hands
The rest in shadows
The shadows are quiet and soft
She is quiet and soft
Because her hands no longer touch mine
Where have we gone?
Where will we go?
It's today again.
Sing to me, singer of songs.

Night Songs/Song: Rune's Song

all loss, no gain
ain't worth the loss
all black, no white, no blue
ain't worth the black

Night Songs/Portrait: Her Eyes

glimmer, glisten. glow
Like the sea, they reflect no light
She does not see me
Deep in the water of her eyes
I see me
And I see her
As she is blind, so am I
Deep in the bright blue-green water of her eyes
Deep in the blinding glow of her bright wide eyes
Deep in her

Night Songs/Dance: naj at the Green Tree

I realize--this word for awake, for aware, for astonishment, for agony
realize, just the two of us, we could have made it
realize, that you could have made it
and I could have made it with you
realize, that I let your tears flow through you until they washed you away
washed me away in you
I hear--this word for listen, for remember, for dreaming
hear, you call
hear, you whisper
hear, you cry
your voice is my silence
my silence is breathless, silver on silver, glass on glass
I see--this word for feel, for pain, for remorse
see, the skin, the eyes, the touch
Why--this word for love, for longing, for loss
why, you said it would be in your heart forever
why did you let me throw your heart into the sea?

Night Songs/Portait: She Stands

At the mirror in white
The white with deep stains of red
The red from the blood of my lovers
He loved me
He loved me
I loved them both
They took me
They took each other
Come, come back to me.

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