“The Spring Phase”<o:p></o:p>

How the morning wind chills you to the bone, and when the sun beams down you’re feeling more at home. Taking a walk down to the park out by the way, seeing the sky as it opens up with rain. Come on down to the seawall honey, make it rise and fall. Let’s watch the lights go down, who cares about it all? When the summer comes in filtered through the haze, we’ll get so lost in what becomes a new spring phase. So new for you… making love in the sunlight, a perfect sight to see. I’m climbing out as you fall all over me. Living so well has given me a way to get inside the clouds, and stay another day…<o:p></o:p>

(And so I find myself, I hope, in <st1:country-region><st1:place>Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region>. An unknown, enigmatic place I’ve only read about… To see what I can find… and what I found…) Dreamscapes covered in rain. <st1:State><st1:place>Wash</st1:place></st1:State> away dreary day – No mess, garden fodder in the ground. The wreck of a thousand heads in my psyche surprise me – Scrape the space in-between the clouds for a new throw-down. <o:p></o:p>

The clown of my soul suggests the same, that I digress across the astro-plane… My loss is your gain under the cool moon of June, as the dream floats back to the New Reality, and me – Back to life, – Time seeps through you like the sounds from the ground…<o:p></o:p>

The Witch season is upon us once again. All time-consuming gray clouds, the stuff nightmares are made of. A gentle breeze from the right direction could melt that away; a harsh wind from the wrong direction could bring it all back. Life on this Earth will end one day, don’t hold back!<o:p></o:p>

Wild hair flowing in the dangerous wind. Moon farming, trying to catch the right glimpse. I’m moving farther and farther away from my home, half amazed half relieved. Gaze at the motions past that seem like a blur one by one. <o:p></o:p>

The scenery is still breathtaking. Even in the dark, where it’s just like me to huddle in the muzzling night, I take a deep breath to breathe it all in. I can’t possibly take it all in at once, and have to catch it, and then make love to each passing moment. Every mountain, every field, every building…should have taken a car, but I took the train, several. It’s still a sight to see it all. I need to do this. When the time comes to finally lie alone in my hotel bed, I’m still reeling from all the things I’ve never seen. <o:p></o:p>

Waking up in a strange place the next morning makes it even more surreal, though I manage to find some breakfast, and find my way around. I spirit myself to a local café that seems to be pissed off that dawn’s light hit it. Shabby, but good enough for a cup of coffee, and a few scribbles in my notebook. I remembered to jot down that I have to hit <st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State> next…<o:p></o:p>

Here you can see the stories in people’s eyes. They don’t know fear, but they know life…they hear the music, see the truth, and feel the vibrations everywhere. From people too. They have danced, and killed, and raised their families, and baked in the hottest sun. Their spirits can’t die. (How does it feel to be solo uno?) It’s a refreshing change from ‘the city that doesn’t sleep’. New York may be called the epi-center of America, but it means nothing to these people, and after being here for only a week, I realize that it’s just a big noise…In-between writing sessions I’ve been doing some walking, to clear my mind, and to take in the atmosphere. <o:p></o:p>

Like I said, I needed a change of scenery, and the trip helped me in more ways than one…I’ve forgotten just how much my body needs the rain – I have to feel it on my face – I have to feel it dripping down my back – It replenishes my energy, my mind, my very soul. It feels almost as good as a sun-drenched Summer-Noon. The rays baked my skin to a gorgeous golden brown. I looked around, and was lost in the tide – Blown by the fresh summer wind – Awestruck!<o:p></o:p>

I made my way down to the beach. There was a big party going on, and the sights and sounds were intoxicating. Everyone was dancing, and I made my way through the crowd. I saw this one girl dancing alone – she was absolutely beautiful – she caught me looking at her, and we locked our gazes together, and she gave me a wink. At that moment there was no one else there. They all seemed to fade away, and everything dissolved so only we existed.<o:p></o:p>

How she slithered in that slinky dress! Oh… god she was gorgeous! Longest, darkest hair… I was so lost in those eyes… and lips ripe to kiss, pure as honeysuckle. The hot sand seemed to set her tiny feet on fire, as she twirled to the rhythms, the hot Spanish beat! <o:p></o:p>

She walked towards me, still dancing, and began to talk to me in an ethereal voice. We carried on a full conversation standing there dancing with each other (even though I’m no dancer), and before I knew we were sitting on the beach alone… the party was over…<o:p></o:p>

In the early hours of the morning we found ourselves lying on the beach kissing, talking, laughing, sometimes not doing anything at all. Just looking into each other’s eyes, through the windows of the soul. Something had begun that I’ve felt ever since – hard to explain – hard to forget…<o:p></o:p>

I lost time in the sulfur sand, as we stood there hand in hand. The water came up and flushed me out, and I asked what you were laughing about. <o:p></o:p>

You said, “It’s strange to see you change in such a vulnerable spot, but you don’t pretend to be something you’re not.”<o:p></o:p>

“Do you know what I can show you? You can see a lot with your toes in the Mexican sand”, and I believe it. <o:p></o:p>

“Stop playing the fool, and come into the surf with me. You’re going to love how the water feels.” <o:p></o:p>

I can imagine that Lazy Mexico is like Lazy <st1:State><st1:place>California</st1:place></st1:State>... The sounds and the smells and the vibrations go all night. I’m sure it depends on who you’re with…this is no phase.<o:p></o:p>

(“How did it feel?”  “Like a religious experience.”)

(Taken from the novella "Songs For Midnight")<o:p></o:p>