a reluctant postcard

late sunday night
after you called
I searched for something to send you
I found an image of taurean aile
and four small children with many fears

Picasso’s dream moved me within
and I thought to tell you
about an image from afar
of a girl with many dreams
in love and in fear
with a bull that flys
fascinated by two giant wings
she sails into a sea of the unknown

dearest friend..
I will write
how gently you stroke my soul..
no.
I fear on a journey you may take me
to your mythical shores.
Europa I dream not to be
yet
your voice
trembles through my ears
like an ancient lute
promising wine, full moon
and the sands of crete

I may write
how gently you ease my pain
so gentle is your touch
as in a dream
I roll and roll on sand
white like the dream
you whisper my name
you firmly hold my arms
and I fly away
to a sky beyond all shores..

but, then
through my words
I fear a kingdom you may create
with marble roads
and a castle in a cage
for a goddess
wearing the finest silk

goddesses have ceased to exist
to a second exile
I’d rather not belong
so perhaps
I may draw an image from within
of a girl
captivated by a land beyond your shores
but somehow I feel
you may misread my thoughts still

you understand me before I speak
sometimes…
maybe I’ll send you my postcard
new
like the day it was bought
unaddressed
unsigned

will you understand!