Borders

She was a lush beautiful woman
with warm golden skin,
frizzy black hair, hanging limp,
She smelt of known spices, had a smile that could win,
Her eyes told a story heard before,
through water, flame or air, I wanted her to begin.

Like the quiet drift of patient tears,
like violets trampled by passing years,
She told her story through unspeaking eyes,
Her pain was muffled by drowning mayflies.

There’s no time to lose,
I heard her say,
{her eyes said it all}
Hold on to me lest I slip away,
Don’t let the Borders take me away,
Don’t let the Borders come in our way,

Together let us heal the hurting Earth,
The sore planet,
Lose yourself here in me, set me free,
Her eyes told a story heard before,
to the river, to the fountain,
The wasps, the birds and trees

The river throbbed, the bamboo sobbed,
surprised, agonized, aching,
waiting sorely waiting for me.
The sad white music faded,
with the spices and the smile

Lose yourself in me
I heard her say,
Lose yourself in me
I heard her say,
Don’t let the Borders take me away,
Don’t let the Borders come in our way,
it was no small price to pay,
not to lose herself in me.

As her boat disappeared in that darkness,
And her smiles drowned into tears,
I knew it was no small price to pay,
not to hear her story again,
not to smell her hair again
The borders took them all away,
The deep dark borders took them all away,
{The sad white music faded, faded with the spices and the smile,}

~Words and music Ivaana