Half Speak

Tangible Anticipation milled around the Sydney Opera House that evening.
And to those ignorant of the purpose, it seemed strange
That so many should gather in their finery at such a place
Without there being any program on for the night.

But for many of those floating in a sea of silks, spots of color against living night
It is their first time ever to see such a sight
Who could blame them to be zealous and wanting the spotlight
To themselves for awhile against the darkening sky?

Hello, you look fabulous as always, and I hadn't recognized you in that dress.
What changes? "I try hard everyday" And they all laugh.
Anything, almost anything will pass today I thought
As I watched her chase a rather skittish blob of black up the stairs.

To see Your Name against the roll, ah! so it is true and we are here.
It's hard to imagine what the next five hours will be like
Besides the fact we know it will be exciting as we anticipated
Because we spent so much time anticipating.

So many faces flash past, Hi, Sorry I don't quite remember your name.
It's alright because you don’t quite remember mine either
And everyone's confident of themselves somewhat.
With the stories floating around like wildfire in the wind.

FLASH, click click, whirls, followed by other automated noises.
A moment captured in memory, mostly faces
Truth be told, what we really want to capture really can’t be captured.
Because textures, smells, feelings fade while faces and dresses don't.

AH! Follow the crowd draining out of the nature reception way
We don’t know what's there but we can feel it in the air
And as we round the bend, sure not to disappoint
Gasps of surprise at the Starship waiting there.

We were orderly, none wanting to ruin this moment in our memory.
Cooperative, like we have hardly ever been before.
The untamable tamed and tempers evened for today,
Just for today while we board.

It seemed short. It took pretty long but, we were excited.
And everything happened too fast for us even in slow motion.
Feeling the solidity of the ground leave our feet,
We were swept up in this wave, the flow of the whole night.

And feeling much beyond our years, we watched the sunset
With clanging glasses and wind-swept skirts for conversation
Both wishing that perhaps it could've been different, someone else.
Surprised with the lack of regret or disappointment, not now.

Feeling just a little lost for the first time, there were really too many faces
That people would wonder off with, one by one,
Until that group was left with only a few standing there, wondering
Where they were, where everyone else had gone.

But soon, they would find their anchor, and begin to float in that room
Then it would be someone else’s turn to look around
Push their way through the crowds around the plush, neat, square sofas
Treading directionless on the deep toned carpet without a sound.

One could easily tell that only a handful, perhaps, were used to this
I mean, come one, who'd ever have to choose from three sets of knifes before?
And truth be told, they looked pretty similar, who cared?
It was there for enjoyment and nothing more.

The rest of the night progressed as it should have.
No one judged each other on the dance floor, I hope
Though the fact that everyone was pretty clueless would've contributed
Just let go they said, it's not like the people looking down cared.

Up and down the stairs and I'm glad I was prepared for this.
Everyone was special that night during one time or another.
And beneath the bridge lit with earth bound stars and wheeling glitter
This episode was made perfect perhaps, by the lights of Luna Park.

Most of the night was a blur filled by laughter, music and pain
And I dare to say that all the girls sighed with relief
Upon being relieved of their heels and touching sweet, sweet grass
Wishing their weight was much lighter, vowing never to repeat this episode.

Stumbling half dead into bed, I wonder how the others could still go on
Waking up this morning, wondering where the hours had gone
If I had dreamed it all, until I saw in front of my bed,
Two purple balloons bobbing happily in the sun.

----------------------------------------------------
What realizations do the Wise make?
Buried in their books,
They discover the world for us.

Perhaps the eccentric aren't so at all.
They merely see the world
In ways we will never understand.

When will the weary rest at ease?
It depends, mostly
On where they are trying to reach.

As for when the world will end,
Well, that's better asked
As when will Humans stop existing.
----------------------------------------------------
Life as the shadow of some Greater Glory
Many don't doubt life as a test of some sorts.
But trials for what purpose?
And thus this question led to the development of concepts.
Afterlife, heaven, immortal sections of us captured timelessly.
We cannot begin to accept that perhaps, our existence is insignificant to the world.
And we try to prove our point through destruction of what’s around us in the name of "creation" and "for the greater good"
-----------------------------------------------------
- Blood