Quiet Girl, Loud Words

Chocolate Eyed Woman

Years ago,
Stranded in a place where the mountains touch the sky,
Stuck in a seat between space and time
In a metal bird that couldn't fly,
I met a woman with heavy, chocolate eyes.
She spoke in intricate tongues laced with European mystic.
Displaced by American fascination regarding every syllable formation
I suppose she wasn't from around here,
But she had the inclination to tell me a story of love, devastation, and glory.
In her voice as smooth as incense smoke; she spoke:

There once was a dancer;
His soul bare in his starry-eyed stare.
He danced with principal and passion
Fashioned from invincible grace and glory.

I fell in love with him that one night in his room,
Under his spell, I fell, so tight in his arms.
As the church tower rang its booming bell at the stroke of twelve,
We bloomed, a cherry tree of entwined flowers,
Soaking up the midnight light from each other's eyes.

Under the dawning skies,
Our love took the guise of innocent bliss.
Tension tucked behind soft lips and soft eyes,
Together, we reminisce about past lies,
Stories that will last through the day we die.
As I lay next to him,
Our lips form poetry in motion;
Like waves of the ocean,
We drip with emotion as our lives eclipse.

Together, we speak the language of the gods above,
Our tongues telling the tale of our love.
Our passion was the breathe in my lungs,
Fashioned from his pain and my compassion.
As delicate as a paper crane,
No replicate could ever be the same.

But our love was never meant to last,
In the pouring rain he told me his feelings had changed.
My red rimmed eyes asked him why,
But his silent cries screamed of a permanent goodbye.
In vain, I called out his name as he dragged
The weighted chain of my pain out of sight.
I knew better than to beg or to fight.
I should've felt our infatuation fading.
The moon of our love had been waning,
And I had been to busy basking in the soft light
To notice something wasn't right.

Like day into the night,
I lost the starlight in my eyes.
I felt the cost of having loved him as dark skies filled my mind
And storm clouds sheltered my mood,
Throwing me into an endless hurricane of solitude.
Howling and blowing, rough winds flowing through cherry blossom tree branches,
But tough, beautiful blossoms refuse to bend to this kind of storm.
Raindrops formed teardrops dripping down my cheeks,
Like the last beats of my heart.
Sorrow filled gusts ripping me apart,
Cherry blossom petals dripping like candle wax.
Soft, waxy petals slipping through my fingers,
The scent of melancholy memories lingers in the air.
Finally, the raging storm falls silent,
The winds don't dare to be violent.
My storm bows to me with honor,
Raindrops vowing to help me grow stronger.

Like a phoenix from the ashes,
I rise.
I take the control of the brightening skies,
Making a half into a whole.
The fight in my eyes brings more light to the heavens,
Fresh cherry blossom buds cling to delicate branches.
A new spring born from the dances of dangerous storms.

This hurricane told me that there's no love more important
Than the love of one's self.
His love was no war,
It held the grace of a dancer
And the taste of a soft romance,
Elements he clasps at his core.
But, I was just another lapse in his attention span,
A voluntary suspension from his life's plan.
I guess I should have known the moment he ran,
But now I keep my head held high through every goodbye.