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2002-06-01 - 11:43 a.m.
When I am an old woman, I will sit in the breeze and let my white hair fan out all around me. I will wear a pink satin ball gown, and long stretchy silk gloves but my feet will be bare ( so that I can feel the evening rain on the wild grass) My toes will be painted a shimmering fuschia colour that glitters, to match my eyes lined with a thick purple liquid pen. My eye brows will never have grown back in, but I will paint them delicately, two brown semi circles unevenly tilted and arched in a questioning way. and calico cats perched all around me, purring in contentment at the foot of their white haired wild mistress. and around my neck, will hang a necklace, unlike any other.
sea glass, in every shade of blue and green that the ocean has to offer, wrapped with gossamer threads, of gold. The necklace is long and hangs low. I clutch the excesses in between my fingers, like rosary beads. I am a blind woman reading braille strung from my neck. The necklace is my life, each bead is a memory. When I am old, I will have this to remember each moment, that I fear I might forget. I will run my hands along them, indenting them with the heat of my fingertips, smoothing them further, polishing them with my tears. Salt water dreams, of things I wish to forever hold onto. My life as a necklace, you as a moment, held tightly in my clutching hands.
tumbling through life, we are.
all
f a l l i n g.
closer.
we are all
f a l l i n g
further apart
my life as a necklace,
you as a moment,
hung
between my clasping hands.
salt water
tears
and sea glass prayers
smoothing out
the feathered years
my life as a necklace
and you are my glistening jewel.
my life as a necklace,
the cool touch,
soothing my fears.
my life as a necklace
beaded and shimmering
hangs here.
time dips lower and slower now,
but I can still feel
and I can still see.
my life as a glittering necklace
and so, somehow,
throughout all of these bittersweet years,
( my love)
you will
always
be
strung
right
here
with
me.
old starlight - new starbright
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