Cape Town Lesbians

...drifting through spaces in time
in above below and between.
I find myself
on this slow moving motion
of a forgotten stream.
Following gray Oak trees
tall standing
swaying slow slowly
from side to side
elegantly taking their hats off,
the gentle man's bow.
Waving
as I glide over smooth spotted pebbles
and decaying leaves.
Rock bottom.
Leaving handwritten circles
on the water
and watching their outward bound
(from a distance)
as they collide and dissolve
into rock edges...
the unspoken words of the heart.

Drifting through spaces and time
as I follow the river of dreams.
Joining forces with form, colour, texture
always in above below and between.
In this moment,
I can see a glimpse of the wandering sky,
invitingly bowing
unreachably far.
Waving
to those whom I am lost to...
as they stand on the edges,
untouched by the water –
they say their hands are clean...
they bow their heads
and disappear into the lush
as I shamefully look the other way.
 
Drifting through spaces and time
as I follow the ebb and flow
of the ocean of life.
Joining forces with words, sound, touch...
Calmingly drawing a circle
around the red moon
(my second guiding light)
Still am I always
in above below and between.
 
Drifting through spaces and time
as I am washed out
on a shore beyond the Milky way.
And as I look upon this rainbow-sky,
I see seven shooting stars –
leaving seven holes in heaven.
If I could make one priceless whish
upon all these stars
(my first guiding light...)
I would ask You to fill
the seven empty holes
(in these spoken words)
in my heart...
so let me drift no more
below above and  in-between
these spaces and time...
 
© Si-lest’ 2008