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

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