Midnight came with the sound of lone solitary flute
It's haunting melodious sound, one's hair standing on end
It's dreamy like, one can visualise little pixies dancing in the woods
As the new moon shyly appeared on the velvet blue firmament ...
With cumulus clouds on the offing ... but I so love clouds!
The leaves on the trees dancing in the breeze,
The sound of a lone flute so, hypnotising mesmerising me
Looking beyond the trees it seemed as if in a fairyland was I
Forever framed in a dream.
A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
Moments like these are rare..looking into his eyes sighing
Smilingly she touches his lips kissing him softly.
The wonderful sound, of the flute player playing on
Ingrained on one's mind
Like precious elements, grains of sand, that over millennium
Developed into a momentous explosion, fusing together like an infusion of love,
The rhythm set by nature all one leads, day and night, day in day out.
But we're always in a rush... no time to stand and stare,
Running, running around, like demented soulless beings.
Please, please stand still, for I...for I am looking at you says he!
No one listens, no one hears, no one cares...no one cares!!
Understanding, not the meaning the undecipherable words all around
So the journey goes on...
For we are on a journey, a journey of discovery a journey of uncertainty...
The train pulling away sounding its whistle,
Letting everyone know we're on our way...
Familiar faces, faces, known to most ...
Unfamiliar faces telling their own stories,
Other's, in muted silence...The magic of the journey,
Going through light and darkness...darkness & light
Into different time zones arriving, to a sudden halt
To the loneliest station on earth.
Special am not to anyone, yet am someone,
Must be somewhere or nowhere in search of a different meaning of life, love!
Coming to a sudden stop the train, that's precisely how it started again...
Suddenly we were moving out of that forsaken station,
As if it were a ghost town...and so the train gets on the move again...
A lovely breeze flowing trough.
Without, any warning the sky's open its floodgates,
An almighty clap of thunder sheath & fork lightning shook the whole earth,
As if tumbling from its axis.....
Particles, fragmentations of a primitive naked earth in its ageing core...
A velvety clear sky's the stars above, and the moon at half light
Hauntingly, the faithful flute player playing on
Questions, unanswered meaningless questions,
There's always a meaning to unanswered questions
Being written some place somewhere.
Like the last words of yore,
The first of many, when a new soul is born...
Who are you? They asked, no answer came
As the years passed on the last day of the last sun
Still asking the same question, who are you?
There's no answer...There never would be.
And so the flute player played on & on......
And on manically...
By Connie James
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