I'll walk you home.
I'll walk you home to your encrusted
paintings, stale with water colour stains and signs of dried whispers,
deceitful like an amazing play by somebody who knows how to fold the
most imaginative techniques, and that of wet cloth and delicate
fingers. In the silence of the captured moment, I know you are using
little scraps of paper dipped in vivid
taste and water, plotting your move about the canvas, but never by
conscience. You are wilful at your art, your only master and servant.
The word rings in your ears, music licks at your bones. Like a horse sans harness, silent hornets make up your
necklaces and many times painted over clothes. As you work steadily,
your veins dance beneath your skin, through it and out onto the roof,
lain open by window. A chill breeze is all that keeps you going, as
weak health and poor behaviour leaves you blind to fatigue. Until you
are overcome, you will paint.
Until you paint, you will sing. I hear in the distance, what's that,
wait, words unspoken. They are unspoken as you cannot hear them. I will
propose to understand; that they wish you to
leave your dreams behind, that they will you to deceive yourself in an
attempt to be more like them. What wonders they may have seen, once
you move before them, I
dare think they have peeled their eyes out of their sockets, hid them
like common marbles in old boxes and dusty rooms. Coated as
you are by their darkness, you shine. The pain lessens, does it not?
When you sing, I listen. And your dreams are safe, having taken flight somewhere alone, somewhere in your books,
somewhere in your eyes; there's gold shining there, amongst the ocean.
You walk me home. Through thorny
gates and abandoned fox grooves, underneath the paws of animals and
above the crowns of old trees murmuring. I rush down the path of cat eyes and bird chests,
painted red; we come upon the rain, and you speak my name.
I know I am but the attempts of love through colour, stains on paper,
the cloth that never wipes the paintings; I shall never hear the words of the world.