Keru-Quincey

Rushing lights in hues of rainbow colors,
The sound of a flute, of drums, of bagpipes and singing voices
Penetrating the depths of my soul.
Colors dancing off of her skin,
I do not know her
She does not know me
We are strangers.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
I have only the heart to dance.
And speak between songs.
Too many emotions roiling under my skin.
I cannot subject someone to this.
It's immoral.
Feet pounding the earth,
Hips moving in time,
Simultaneous,
Rapturous.
No one has truly seen me like this.
And yet I get glances from the corner of her eye.
What holds me back?
Talking to her alone makes my soul soothed again,
For a time at least.
I get her name,
And she disappears into the crowd.
I'll never see that stranger again.
We were different people,
From different worlds.
Strangers in the highest sense of the word.
I feel satisfied and yet empty.
Whole and yet broken.
Left with nothing but a memory of a face bathed in rainbow lights,
And a name.
Left with only my memories to drift me back far into my past.
Where things bite and sting and cut.
I wonder if I gave up on strangers,
Would I end up somewhere good?
Or if rather I took strangers,
And made them into friends,
Could I fill the emptiness in my heart,
Fill the space in my arms,
Sooth the howling winds of my chest?
Could I separate the sinews of my flesh,
And come up again with a definite answer?
Could I dissect the muscle of my heart,
And come up again when I'd had my fill of the ache?
Could I drown temporarily in the sea of my mind,
And come up again for air before my body disintegrated?
Or will I drown permanently,
Stay in a whole, unmoving, solid, permanent state of ache,
Be only of flesh and bone and no outside feeling?
I have seen my many futures,
I have seen the anger, the pain and the bitterness.
I have seen how the past will change me,
As this slow aching burn writhes up through my body
Like the venom of a snake,
Coursing up through my veins from an invisible puncture wound,
Illuminating the recesses of myself with glowing triggered different colors by my emotions.
I am red,
I am orange,
I am yellow,
I am green,
I am blue,
I am purple.
I am the haunting memory of a shadow in your bedroom.
I am a passing and bitterly lovely fancy.
I am the wolf outside the door.
I am the girl on your greatest dreams.
I am the girl in your worst nightmares.
I am the wind in the trees.
I am the primal drum's beat.
I am the sound of a hand carved flute.
I am the high sound of the bagpipe.
I am the lithe suppleness of a violin.
I am the tender woodwind sigh of a saxophone.
I am the reed melody of clarinets, oboes, bassoons.
I am the chorus of brass instruments.
I am the many voices singing perfectly
I am the faithful friend that no one ever knew.
I am the loyal lover that no one ever trusts.
I am the one left behind in the dust.
I am the girl with invisible wounds.
I am the girl with poison in her veins that still lives.
I am the sound of a howling wolf.
I am the ache in your heart and soul every moment you live your life.
I am the stranger dancing in the night,
Under the lights that shine in hues of the rainbow.

Current Residence: INside my own brain...
Favourite style of art: None, since I haven't even developed my own yet...
Personal Quote: What will be will be...