not many words that rhyme with orange...

 

 

I am in Byron.

I have not slept for nearly

twenty-four hours.

 

I close my eyes,

lie here in early morning sun

and behind closed lids

 

I see orange.

 

It warms me, comforts me.

 

It makes me think of you

at Central station

in your orange dress,

drinking orange juice from a bottle.

 

I had forgotten

that this

is only the second time

we had met.

 

Once before,

a year & a half ago

at a conference in Melbourne.

 

I drew you

and we talked about your Dad,

 

perhaps one of the best conversations

I have ever had.

 

Usually,

when I draw people

I don't do a lot of talking.

 

I let the other person talk

and give the illusion I am multi-tasking.

But it is quite an effort

to talk (really talk, to engage)

 

and draw at the same time.

 

I think we, (however)

might have had a real connection that day...

 

And now, this second time.

 

I can remember

every single thing we talked about

during our first meeting,

 

as if it was only yesterday.

 

Orange.

 

I feel very comfortable

when I talk with you.

 

This is not

always the case,

when it comes to talking with girls...

 

WIth you, I am not so shy.

A little braver, perhaps bolder?

 

I had forgotten

 how gorgeous your smile was.

 

And I am more than a little

 mesmerised by your accent...

 

You too, (like me)

are not from this part of the world.

 

We agree,

this is a very strange place

indeed.

 

While we talk,

time does not exist. I do not notice

the thousands of others

bustling around us like ants...

 

We talk easily about

 

intuition,

immigration,

your sister getting married,

babies,

 

and love. *

 

And just as

the conversation is starting to get really interesting,

it is time to board my train for Byron...

 

Orange.

 

I wish so, so much

that you could accompany me to the Premiere.

 

We hug goodbye.

 

A real hug,

the kind I miss

and don't get enough of in my life.

 

Is that your soul I can feel

touching mine

as we hold each other?

 

I close my eyes,

we hold each other so close

 

and I see orange.

 

In those arms I feel so safe & warm.

 

I kiss you on the cheek goodbye.

 

You blow me a kiss.

I look away for a moment,

and you are gone.

 

I look down

and see your unfinished orange juice

on the cafe table.

 

It makes me smile,

and think of your orange dress.

 

Travel well, Gentle/Strong Aries Soul!!

 

I will think of you often

and that wonderful smile...

 

It is true.

There are not many words

that rhyme with orange.

 

I have so little to offer you.

But maybe I could offer:

 

A gentle heart,

a genuine smile

and a generous soul.

 

Would that be enough?

 

* And love? What of love??

 

My heart has seen

so much action lately,

 

and yet I am still

not really sure what love is...

 

But of one thing

I am sure.

 

I am ready now.

 

I am ready...

 

To love

and to be loved.

 

...And if the right girl comes along,

    to make beautiful babies!!!

 

 

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2013.

"But logic never could convince the heart!!" (Colin Raye)