Land's End
I’m perched at land’s end. The water is captivating, almost as beautiful as your eyes, almost as enticing as the sway of your hips. I’m as far removed from the world as the unfathomable depths of my soul.
The cradle of civilizations, desert, river and sea, the place I call home is awakening to the rumble of my identity. Whatever woes unfolded over the last few centuries are ripples on the surface of my perpetuity. The rise and fall of empires, the demise of the orient, the ascendancy of the northern tribes, the holocausts that laid the trail westward are only blemishes on my olive skin.
I’m not a king, nor was meant to be. I’m the humble, proud, complacent, fierce, forgiving, fanatic man who’s been through it before. I was there from the very beginning and will remain when all are gone.
The breeze fondles my short bang. I close my eyes and breathe your eternity, your absoluteness, your omneity. The air around gathers its strength. It turns into a wind without direction and ineffectually assails me. I stand still still and wait like I’ve always done. Someday, the Shmali* will carry you this way. I’ll wade into the water, lift you up from the beaten raft then bring you to my down to earth level and kiss the hunger off your lips. Let it blow, the wind. It’ll come to pass if you stand your ground long enough... at land’s end.
*Shmali: A northwesterly wind that blows over the Levantine coastline.
The cradle of civilizations, desert, river and sea, the place I call home is awakening to the rumble of my identity. Whatever woes unfolded over the last few centuries are ripples on the surface of my perpetuity. The rise and fall of empires, the demise of the orient, the ascendancy of the northern tribes, the holocausts that laid the trail westward are only blemishes on my olive skin.
I’m not a king, nor was meant to be. I’m the humble, proud, complacent, fierce, forgiving, fanatic man who’s been through it before. I was there from the very beginning and will remain when all are gone.
The breeze fondles my short bang. I close my eyes and breathe your eternity, your absoluteness, your omneity. The air around gathers its strength. It turns into a wind without direction and ineffectually assails me. I stand still still and wait like I’ve always done. Someday, the Shmali* will carry you this way. I’ll wade into the water, lift you up from the beaten raft then bring you to my down to earth level and kiss the hunger off your lips. Let it blow, the wind. It’ll come to pass if you stand your ground long enough... at land’s end.
*Shmali: A northwesterly wind that blows over the Levantine coastline.
Comments
As we say in Spanish: lo máximo.
How about your comment? It's even more beautiful than the subject it's addressing.
Thank you for being here. You don't come too often I must say :-) Perhaps my posts should always carry a whiff of romance to lure you here.
You encourage me beyond anything else to write the way I love to.
Thank you dear friend.
Good one Abufares.
I am blessed with you girls, in this instance Mariyah, Gabriela and you Isobel. And, Oh and I'm blessed with Joseph too :-)
Thank you dear friend for your words, colorful seashells on a sandy beach.
I talk to the Shmali all the time Jo and constantly remind him not to spill the beans :-)))
You haven't lost it I'm sure. Our pride is always modestly dressed in humility.
Thank you for coming this way.
I will take your words and dream of hungry lips to kiss. Not yours, of course :P haha!
Well you know the lips have to be hungry for you in essence. So I would say that the possibilities are very limited indeed, if they exist at all :-)
Oh what an easy target!
What a cheap shot!!
Wonderful post..I can think I am there enjoying it with you in person:-) The Lands End jetting out into the sea with that fresh smell as it clears the head of the everyday thoughts and concerns. The only thing missing in that shot is the smoke of the grill with a good 20oz T-Bone and a cold beer just waiting to be devoured. Someday...we will have that opprotunity, Best wishes to all over there and take care! BIL
You know it's funny you should say that. I did have a huge steak and a cold beer a couple of days ago :-)
I, too, look forward the day. Till then "Prost!!!"
wb yeats
Sorry for being so late in responding to your comment. I'm so glad you like it :-)