Thursday, June 16, 2011

Along the Watchtower

But you and I, we've been through that; And this is not our fate.

A vow of hearts and minds and bodies. Sealed with a kiss and an embrace. Oh, the brightness of the stars in the heavens. Sweet was the subtle fragrance of the lilies. More than the sum of their separate parts. Yet an autumn storm rolled in and silenced the lilting tune of the nightingale. The moonflowers and morning glories rended into nothingness under the hooves of the horsemen.

A vow of hearts and minds and bodies. Cast down into the gutter. Screams and lies and threats. The overwhelming heat of the incendiary blaze that laid waste to that beautiful garden. One a joker, the other a thief. The quickness of the wildcat's clawed swipe belying the true destruction of the wretch left behind. The Merrymaids came and vacummed up every look and promise and smile. Taken away as if they never existed.

A vow of hearts and minds and bodies. He waits still, cold and numb, still battered and bruised. It is foolish and wasteful. The outcome a certainty. Yet even if the odds are based on finding one grain of sand amongst all the sand on the earth, the joker must wait. After all, a vow is a vow, even if only one remembers.

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.