Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Hair Wash



Hair wash
 
as time goes by
it is the way certain things smell
or a scent
that steals you away
and takes you back

i remember
long black hair
a young Indian woman
standing next to me

it was the smell
of a sweet shampoo
hair wash
i remember

she stood close 
so close
i could feel her
take each breath

her hair was long
her skin so soft
like soft down

i had never noticed
this before
and yet
i knew it was so.

when she moved
ever so slightly
i could feel her 
through all of me
electricity
coming off her

the mere touch of her
was like lightning
so close
i felt every part of her

she stood there close
turning her head every so slightly
i was looking into her eyes
slowly
i could see
the lines of her brown tan face
the soft shadows and light
on the gentle slope of her neck
the sunlight and turn of her chin
the shine of her cheekbones

her lips were soft
and tender
a small smile.

who was this Indian girl?
she was for me a gift
sent on a rainbow
a blessing from Mother Earth
a child of many
native women of these lands

she was a child of soft wind
a native of the
land
earth
sky
everything in it

she was in an instant
Changing Woman
and yet
she was just right there
just standing there
a woman
but she was more than that

i stood there next to her.
looked into her eyes
they were bright
full of life
yet dreamy
in a way as if she
stood away on a distant hill
looking far off
as if trying
to see
into my eyes
and further
into my soul.

she said nothing
but her eyes
spoke to me
i looked into them
she was asking me
are you the one
from my dream

the one
to take me away
and yet
let me be all that I am
and want to be
is it so
that you will care for me
today
tomorrow
and forever
touching me now
like this
all the rest of my life

i could see
the light dance
in the depths of her eyes
and there was
a glimpse of her heart
and beyond
that of her soul

she was saying without making a sound
if I should stumble and fall
will you help me
will you be there to support me and
if i should not be all that I am today
will you still care for me
when this softness is gone?

someday if i become lame
would you still stand beside me
in the good and bad 
as there will be times
when things get hard...

will you stay with me still
in the darkest hours before dawn
when I find myself
abandoned and alone

will you find me
as we are tied to one another
with a bond so delicate
woven in the depths of our hearts
made of the sunlit fields and flowers
winter storms and lightning

will this tie
bear the strain of slow days and dark nights
when we cannot find one another
yet bound
we reign it in and
find ourselves again.

standing there with her
I could see all these things
in her eyes
and
slowly
silently
put my lips to hers
with that gentle touch
let her know

yes, i am the one
let it be me
and would say
come and stay with me a while
until there is no more tomorrow..

yes
when we are withered
and beaten
by life’s battles
and the storms
have left us spent

i will still be here with you
and that is all there is
and nothing more

come with me
my young maiden
rest here with me

all I have to offer
is this gift of
life
heart
and soul

i offer you
myself
and hope
that would be enough…

standing so close
and in touching
one
another
we
touch
infinity

there is
today
tomorrow
forever

it is but a little while
as we taste life
this bond has no end

all this comes
from just one
sweet smell
a faint scent of
hair wash

rustywire

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