I see you in my dreams where I'm tossing and turning
and my hair gets in the way of my eyes
trying to claw at the remains of nightmares with nothing
more than silence now that I've lost
your name. Is gone. I can only see the long red curls
turning in the wind as you pass me by
on a street whose name has drowned in the mass.
And some would claim to know your
eyes, having seen the depth and shine and colour of
all I've long forgotten. Tell me, please
as you walk by so silently, your nakedness touching
my fingertips. I wish to drown within
that long, beautiful hair and wake up to see you now
as I stare back at the shallow dark
eyes in the mirror. I know my name, I know you, I.
If I could change the interweaving threads
the slight, slinking ways of yesterday's words
If I could find the crumbs you dropped on
your way to the castle beyond the dark woods
maybe I could pick up on the silence in
your eyes and unwrap the stitches keeping you
inside your own drifting dreams
If I could
Isabelle and the Dragon
I keep thinking I should end the story about Isabelle and the Dragon, but then I keep getting pulled back into their beautiful and enigmatic mess of love, destruction and hope. I am guessing, that at times, parts of their motion movements won't read as easily as others. I have purposely twisted any hope of any real timeline and inserted a lot of loose ends and unspoken emotion. At times, Isabelle and the Dragon are together alone, and then again, they are together with their father. For the most of it, Isabelle is living solely through her memories, thus enabling her to return to places she has once called home, but which no longer exist. She may also suddenly remember moments of great happiness and joy as if they were happening a new.
Contrary to Isabelle's role, the Dragon is a diffuse and mostly shadowy character, living through Isabelle's actions and words. It is the Dragon's task to defend Isabelle when the story turns surreal and frightening. The Dragon usually tells the story, letting us watch Isabelle dancing around, which is something she likes to do. The Dragon's gender is not defined.
The storyline of Isabelle and the Dragon:
Interlude. interlude; take your stormy weather along
I miss you kitty.
And Isabelle is sitting at the table, guiding her beautifully gentle hands across my coarse paper
I want you to know; it does not matter, it never has. I have wanted you to move on
bound and tied and hidden - you smile, almost candid
Isabelle says to me already gone, already gone
we were never here to begin with