Blues Woman
hat one was a unique woman!!!!!
No other like her..and even herself was not always like her...well not like
her at noon,in the morning, and again different through the night.
The blue was different, morning , noon or night.
The morning blue was brilhant..she would wake up fresh and pretty full of freedom and quiet laughter in her eyes.
She was so happy in the morning, that couldnt notice any cloud. Home was fine, place was great, she watered her plants and smiled at herself....
Then, no one knows why, arrived noon full of distress..The blue was mixed with bits of yellow..seemed so smoky...to exhaution..She was so tired, she felt so used, tears hid the blue, she would continue going, but Aided by the walls..
Afternoon was the siesta...warm, heavy,sweet sleep..wraped in white sheets she would sink down slowly, feeling soft relief.
Oh..that woman..The world waited her nights...she would apear, transformed into dark blue soul, shdows living by hissed lights, beauty wrapped her smoky body, eyes darkly brilliant in a quiet reign of earth. .
What human could help be overwhelmed with her presence...I could not, nor you, nor anyone.
She would travel by night sending herself far and sharp...she reached real places long way from anywhere. She felt dark, blue dark fascination, sensing the night wind, the sea breeze and the air. It was she, that shadow, dark blue form over our lives, so beautiful, so dangerous in her unique lightning.
How far she went when at last she landed, gathering her wings turning into woman? The darkness was her home, but there was already light, light blue over her horizon.
How far she could take her shadow, while light was calling her to water her plants?
This perpetual sorrow in my soul calls her back to stand by us. Can the blues call blue? I try.I truly try.....While I miss her morning, noon and night.
