A Story of love & friendship. Found and then lost — or at least misplaced — and maybe found again. But maybe not.
The Saga of Melanie Blue
I once knew a girl named Melanie Blue.
Her hair it was blonde, her eyes may be blue
She brightened my life for a month or two.
And then she was gone. “I’ve got things to do”.
So we parted that day, me and Melanie Blue
I went on my way, she went on hers too.
My life was ok, lots of things did I do
Never much thought of Melanie Blue
I was flat on my back, alone one day;
It seemed like my ankle had just gone away.
It screamed when I walked, and it hurt when I sat..
I moaned and groaned. Felt like my old Tilley hat.
My phone made a buzz, then it tinkled too
In that strange way that they sometimes do.
And there on my phone, as if she were new
With a smirk and a grin, was Melanie Blue.
She looked much the same, not quite as blonde
And when she grinned, her eyes still shoned.
In that same old way, of which I was quite fond;
Like droplets of diamond on leaves in a pond.
So for the next weeks, we texted and talked.
If I had been whole, we might even have walked
In different places, the way that friends do
That would have been nice, me and Melanie Blue.
The stars they are shining, the moon it is red
And it seems to me I have you in my head.
And now I must tell you, Melanie Blue
You’re becoming a habit. Tell me ‘What should I do?’
Melanie, Melanie, Melanie Blue
If the world was your oyster, what would you do?
Run off to find a young Prince to beguile?
Or sit in the rain and ponder a while
On the wonders of this world, or those of the next?
While leaving your Prince alone and perplext.
Would you find a way to succor the poor?
Or cure all the Earth’s ills, from now evermore?
I see you climbing the high mountaintop,
And until you get there, you never will stop.
I stand here and watch you from way down below
And know that I’ll follow. But I will be slow.
To walk in the wake of your shining light
From way before dawn, and into the night.
For you know that this world is so very much more
Than cars in the cities, and sand on the shore.
You know the cosmos, the stars in the sky,
The comets that pass, will fall by and by.
You know that the oceans will swallow the land,
A thing that all mortals will not understand.
That the plants and the land are eternally here,
And whether humans or none, they surely won’t care.
For the Earth is eternal, and people so new
It seems that we humans are just passing thru.
So how do we deal with it, Melanie Blue?
I rose one morning with things on my mind, thinking what would I do, wond’ring what would I find.
I girded my loins, sharpen’d my blade, trying to decide what should be said.
I watered my steed, armored his chest, felt his great heart thumping deep in his breast.
He whinnied and neighed, tossed his great head.
In the gath’ring gloom, his eyes they flared red.
You perhaps might say ‘this seems quite extreme’ but in my mind it was apt, so I did deem.
Fortified my resolve with a long draft of wine, tied up my drawers with a length of strong twine.
Gathered my shield, my buckler and lance. When no one was looking, did a little dance.
My squire arrived, with a little stool, I climbed aboard, looked a bit like a fool..
Now you may ask what I was about. Off to slay a dragon, or with Orcs to rout.
But neither of these was I off to do. I was looking for a date with Melanie Blue.
So, with my heart in my mouth, and phone in my hand, pushed the button and my call pealed over the land.
‘Melanie Blue, oh Melanie be, I’ll die lest you go to the drive-in with me’.
‘We’ll see,’ quoth she ‘I’ll send you a form for you to submit, as is the norm’.
I duly filled out a ten-page list, then went thru it again to see if I’d missed
Any salient points told any lies, decided it looked ok — in my eyes.
Then I sat there and waited upon my poor steed. Must confess that I gave no thought to his need.
Saturday came, and Sunday did too. My stomach churned, but nobody knew…
Then in the mail, came the brief reply ‘Sorry, dear boy. You don’t qualify!’
I sat at my desk, my quill in my hand.
Looked thru the window, out over the land.
The words would not come, they just would not flow;
I wanted to move, but I could not go.
I hung my head, dejected and sad,
Was almost convinced that I had gone mad. The love of my life has rejected my call,
Now all that is left is for me to fall
From the high tow’r of my castle home,
Or leave here forever, forever to roam.
Or to fall on my sword as some great men do,
For I’ve been rejected by Melanie Blue.
I called for my steed, the great Nightwing Hawk;
Strode into the courtyard; how people did gawk!
For I was attired in my finest gear
Which I was awarded for Knight of Year.
My chest plate was silver, my helmet was gold.
My sword it did shine, although it was old.
My cape was of silk, only the best,
And atop my helmet sat a small Robin’s nest.
My squire was there with his trusty stool
And I climbed aboard. Still looked like a fool.
For I had decided, I would rid the West
Of bandits and highwaymen, and all of the rest
Of the lowlifes and scoundrels who did abound
Throughout this land, and all around.
We thundered away, Nightwing Hawk and me
Bound for adventure, and what we could see.1
For years we did wander all over the land
My battle-cry thundered. It was so grand.
Then one day we stopped, beside a small stream
There was no more point, it suddenly did seem.
I unsaddled the Hawk, stripped off his harness
Pointed, said ‘Go. Into the farness!’
He galloped off and left me alone
In the vast wilderness, not even my phone.
I unsheathed my sword, now battered and worn
Stuck the hilt in the ground, pricked my thumb on a thorn.
Then thunder did peal, though the sky it was blue
And, there on a boulder sat Melanie Blue.
She grabbed my sword, snapped it o’er her knee.
Swatted my head. Then scowled at me.
Picked up the pieces of my broken tool,
Said ‘Don’t be an idiot. You stupid old fool!’
So here I’m now sitting on my bony ass.
Melanie Blue stalks away up the pass.
Her legs they are pumping, her backside doth sway,
At least to my eyes, in a marvelous way.
I sit in the sand and I watch her go,
Never even knowing that I missed her so.
I try to decide to go or to linger.
As she walks away, she gives me the finger!
My weapon is broken, my horse he is gone,
I have no clue how I could move on.
I have no map of the wilderness wild,
And I am quite helpless, just like a child.
For me and the Hawk, had adventured afar
Never asked for directions or where we are.
I rose to my feet, unstable and hot.
Head ringing and spinning from her mighty swat!
Staggered on over to where my saddle lay
No-one to talk to. With nothing to say.
I searched away to see what I could find;
Two crusts of bread, a half flagon of wine.
And little more, my flint and my steel
A dirty old rag, and then I did feel
Inside of my pack, a sheath, and my dagger
Stood. Walked now with a bit of a swagger.
Gathered it all into my rotten old pack,
Carefully swinging it onto my back.
And now I was armed, had food and wine,
I looked around and felt rather fine.
Looked for direction, North, South, East or West.
Knew my tracking skills were among the best
In the land, knew just what you do
Took off up the pass behind Melanie Blue.
Oh Melanie, Melanie, Melanie Blue.
You’re gone from my life. Oh, what will I do?
It suddenly seemed that nothing I did
made any sense. It was all hid
Under piles and piles of emotion and stuff
So I walked away, feeling quite rough.
I wrote her a note and my heart it did melt; said I didn’t understand the things that I felt
That I felt abandoned, knew not what to do.
Then I said goodbye to Melanie Blue.
I know she is busy, I know she is stressed.
And I can’t fail but to be impressed.
By the way that she handles the things in her life
And it seems that she walks the edge of a knife
Now I don’t know how this will end,
It feels like I’ve lost a friend
One I treasured; one I love
And one I can’t stop thinking of.
I feel I should write something profound and inspiring.
Instead I’m in my bed, focused on retiring.
But words clamor in my head, my heart is racing too
And when I close my eyes, all I can see is you.
Don’t take this to heart, it doesn’t mean that much.
I just love talking to you, even if it’s such
A thing to arrange. Sort of like a party
But missing food and drink, and music hale and hearty.
But the talk makes up for these things, so I don’t feel the lack
And then, when it’s done, I want to call you back!
So this is just a few lines that I hope make you smile.
And I hope we talk again, in just a little while.
