Gossamer Speaking

I wonder who I am… I am so delicate, yet I think I hold the two rocks upon which I stand, apart; sometimes I feel I am desperately holding on to two lives torn asunder… Oh, why should you care to know what I think or feel? But I’m speaking to you because I find you listening and I don’t want to bore you…

I have a couple of friends and perhaps you would care to learn about them… First let me introduce this peculiar woman, wind… At good times, she brings me scent and music and dances with me… I go to sleep in her lap as she caresses my hair… But there are also times when she is unpredictable; I have to break a thread or two of my own body to stand her fury, though I don’t know why she is angry…

And then, this nomadic guy who comes to me at dawn, sits at my feet all through the day and disappears at twilight… In appearance he is very similar to me… I don’t know his name and I don’t know if I can trust him either… He is very evasive… And servile too… He also distorts himself – this at first, I thought he employed to tease me, but observed that it was his nature to distort himself every now and then… I try to speak to him but he leaves me at twilight… I ask him his whereabouts but he wouldn’t tell me… Although he stays with me throughout the day, I sometimes think he is more a servant of the light than a friend of mine, as he goes away during my loneliest hours…

And now, the night… He is beauty personified… The skies blush before his arrival… His attire is so refined that I sometimes feel I look shabby when in his company… He is a good listener… I see him drinking my words… But at times it also appears that I’m draining my heart into an abyss… I don’t know if I’m abusing him… Like me, he too respects and enjoys his solitude…

Now let me take a look at the skies…

Oh, you’re still listening!! Hmm, so you see after all that I’m not alone… What else can I tell you?… Maybe you would like to know what I wish? Yes I’ll tell you… I wish I could turn into a butterfly… I would choose a blue color for my wings and flaunt them among the roses and the sunflowers… The flowers would welcome me with radiant smiles and give me the best honey in them… Ah, after all I would be a robber seducing the world with my innocent looks…

Do you know how it feels like to be invisible?… I wan…

Hullo there… What a pleasant surprise?… I’ve heard that tune before… Oh yes I like it… Coo! you wanted to gift it to me?… But why?… You don’t know why?… Oh come, come… Fine, lets dance…

Please excuse me…