Seahorse Motel
I will tell a vision for myself.
Sitting
in the cathedral
in a sweat.
Angels flying around
my head
like the birds
in Walt Disney movies
helping Cinderella
tie the ribbon’s in her hair.
I’m here because
I couldn’t find a cave.
And it’s a lot like
National Geographic.
I’m just looking
at the pictures.
Human spirits,
animal spirits,
angel spirits
on the walls of ancient
caves and cathedrals.
Surprise number one.
Surprise number two.
Surprise number three.
I’m looking for someone
with a peculiar simplicity
based on a vast amount
of awareness.
Your eyes
were devastating.
Every time
you looked at me
you’d say,
Throw the phone
into the sea,
and look at me.
And I’d say,
What phone?
What sea?
I used to live
on a stretch of beach
where the ocean
was broken.
The waves didn’t work.
So, I went to a place
called
Seahorse Motel.
A place
where power
and emotion
meet.
A place of lost and found.
When I entered the room,
first thing I did
was put a white pillowcase
over the television.
No spell casting for me.
No Hollywood wand.
I will tell-a-vision
for myself, thank you.
When I walked out
onto the beach,
it was the blue
of evening.
And someone had placed
white candles in the sand,
before the incoming waves.
White candles
glowing, blowing in the wind.
Like it was a birthday
or something.
The next morning
at sunrise,
my feet
in the sand
and
my heart
in my hands,
I watched the incoming waves.
Wave after wave of gift.
Wave after wave of light.
The outstretched
arms of sunrise
above it all.
The outstretched arms
of sunrise
and the outstretched arms
of my own heart,
wrapping around
my own body,
holding me in the wind.
Rose petals
glinting on the waves,
bobbing up and down
like a network of light,
outside of the walls.
Like the outstretched arms
of my madonna
when I place her
next to a candle at night,
how her shadow goes up
to the ceiling
and wavers there.
Like a language of light
fuelled by fire,
on the walls of ancient caves
and cathedrals.
Surprise number one.
Surprise number two.
Surprise number three.
Your eyes were devastating.
Every time I looked at you,
they killed a part of me
that I was willing
to let die.
And so I died
1000 deaths around you.
A picture is worth 1000 words.
Taylor Jane Green
I will tell a vision for myself.
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