a dance, a girl and some shadows

the loneliness sprouted from her navel…its seed buried somewhere deep in the darkness of her womb…it grew, a slender vine slowly growing tall and swaying with the rhythm of the dance as she sat in the dark comfort of the corner...there but not there…the vine swayed, it danced and it grew those leaves as i watched…those big large darkish green fleshy leaves which can take any form that they want…so green as life and so dark and clear that you cant see them…they caress the soft tenderness of her mind…as the darkness drip off their edges like rain sliding off leafs on to parched earth…the smell of dampness so alive and rising up in faint wisps…i want to call out her name across the river…for her to turn around and look into my eyes and connect the thread so that the snake can slither on that and reach her and wrap around her, hug her, climb the vine and shake up the leafs and spray the darkness all around and away from her mind and eat up the leaves one by one and another till they are not there and then take the vine in the mouth and suck the whole thing out…prying out the seed from where it sprouted with all the roots and everything else and spit it into the river which will take it far and away to another life and another time…so i call out her name across the river, loud and clear and strong…but then the raven comes flying from nowhere and plucks my voice from the breeze it rides and bites and chews it, shooting this pain inside me and i cry out her name again but the raven catches it in its claws this time and laughs as it spreads its wings giving more rhythm to the swaying of the leaves and they sing her a lullaby and she smiles a faint little smile for the first time that evening and the shadows of the leaves dance in rhythm with the tiny little feet on the stage and drowns my voice again as i call out across the river…it drowns with just froth and bubbles for her to see…and slowly she is blurring in the rain across the river and then only the lights and the music and the dance remains and a bit of the shadow of the leaves which touched my heart and marked it a dull crimson that i carefully wrap in fragments of thoughts to use to light this fire later after the rain and wetness goes…this fire that will light up the sky and touch her mind when she looks up sometime from thousands of miles across and will kill the shadow that caress her mind…and so i take out those fragments, unwrap the thoughts and slowly light the fire…