B.Elizabeth

December 2008 was a long month. The kind you look back too and know that it was then when you chose a crossroad to follow and started walking. She is not thinking this while her feet and dress is getting wet from the rain falling down and the pools of water jumping away as she walking towards her car. It’s just before midnight, with her shoes in her hands; she knows the car won’t start. So there is no need for panic, she knows what’s coming.

The rain is warm against her face; she is almost disappointed when the car keys slide into the car door lock.  The street is dark and shines invitingly; she is in the mood to get soaking wet! Turning back to her car a smile around her mouth with the words of her dear friend walks through her soul “Let this be what it is…”

“Ok” she whispers. She will have her moment to get soaking wet, when it’s not 12 o’clock at night, not alone in a dangerous dark street with a car that don’t start.

The trail she left is clear…Elizabeth loves the rain when she can play in it.

Her passion runs ahead of her, blindly she follows…at your feet she lies still.

Would you have looked down if her past was uncluttered, simple?

Could you have heard the words she wrote if her essence was lit?

You stumbled, maybe…glanced in her direction.

Would she taint what you protect?

Could she have noticed what you have abundance off?

Aware of her presence with your eyes set on the horizon.

Would you have tasted her laughter that echoes from her heart?

Could you have imagined not to have met her?

Future is nearer, past sweeter and the present does not linger.

Have you said goodbye yet?

Die oggendson deurdring en weerkaats in elke traan wat my oë laat val, en ek onthou weer hoe ek my arms om jou kon vou wanneer ek nie kon slaap nie. Niks anders kon my tot ruste bring nie.

My woorde is op…net trane wat hul pad aarde toe vind. Jou hande streel my saggies en ons weet daar is niks om meer te sê nie. Ek klou benoud aan jou, wetende ek gaan moet laat los.

My hart verstik aan sy eie bloed, soos herinnering en verlange deur hom sny. Sou iemand my hoor verdrink ? Alreeds is dit te laat…wie durf die oseaan aan sonder om eerste te leer swem.

Onaangeraak deur stukkende verlede en eensame toekoms bly die feit staan…lief sal ek jou altyd hê.

Why, I have to wonder, your eyes I look for, your hands is what I remember, your smile I still hear…you visit my dreams constantly. Does all this tell me something? Do I analyze this to the extent where it hurts and assumptions have more then one option? I suppose I could, but I have something to loose.  Questions are haunting my heart chasing my soul to corners it cannot see…

Bitter Sweet the saying goes.

My heart follows that route,

will the course change this morning?

I close my eyes,

a vivid memory plays around

with color of your eyes when

sunlight fills them to the edges.

Your essence races through my senses

feeling at home in every corner

Your voice whispers

find those peaces of your heart,

yes I know, and I search in the

wrong places on purpose, for

the peaces are scattered at your feet.

Finding them seem to mean

taking them away from you

anything away from you

leaves me grey

I know that is what I need to do…

So

when you no longer see

the shadows of my eyes

burning with pleasure or pain

I will be looking down

carefully gathering from your feet

peaces scattered,

some bitter

some sweet

together sour.