Velocity Geometric Terraces - Essay

I can say now that nothing was possible. But leaving the house and standing in front of it, staring as long as I could into the valley, that soon it would rain. A frieze of clouds lowered a shadow over the town, Driving wind flattened the terraces that swept. The air smelled sweet. Shielded eyes. I wondered from what, since there was no sun. Then someone appeared and said, "Look at those clouds forming a wall".

I stand taken by the different shades of grays, blues, the calming hues of the sky, and the symphony playing in the background, slowly and powerfully, sucked in the pores on leaves of nearby palm trees. A moment possessed by colors, textures.

Tiny dripping raindrops. Water cleaved its way in small rivulets down the terraces against a rusted metal table almost hiding the town. Anticipation! Emblazoned on its side as harmony. The rain came harder and drove me back to the house.

It boils over again and again. Pilgrims, adventurers, fugitives. Falling out of the sky, the geometric terraces are pale green, green-yellow. In a moment the sky was stained with a reddish haze. It was dusk. The lights of the town were coming on, and I saw, dimly at first, rows of palms and cypress bending down. Smoking, grinding their heels into the ground.

I'm on a journey trying to find a red rose. In a forbidden garden of thorns and hoes facing obstacles. Like lost words of a spoken tongue. Step by step I keep on moving, but the end of this journey I cannot see. Will I ever find my red rose? Will she be the key that locks away the nightmare of history and time?

I'm on the road less traveled. Shone like snow. Black ice glazed with sugar. Little paw prints still fresh crisp edges carved like icy sleet. Rained down on either side. Rivulets of lemon drops. Merging with muddy waters. Thin sparkling panes of pretend glass over terraces. Retreating geometric terraces. Booms over jagged rocks. Time stood still in a quick freeze. Suspended mist hovering above. Silvery yellow and bluish fish. Sun speared through in mauves and greens.

Destiny. Fortune. Outcome. Felicity. Gain or unusual loss. Result. Inevitability. Course of things from beginning to end. Advancement. For better or worse. Progress. Winds of change. Outer turmoil. Concealing inner truth. Stretching boundaries. Reaching a turning point. Unseen forces churning below the surface. Rainbows reborn.

Come listen to the music of my heart. As it dips and spins in a lavish ball. The sparse dull room mellow with muted light. A single rose wilting in the heat. Come listen to the music of my heart. Each beat striking boldly on a drum. Solidly pounding, steadily counting. Each throb, like a harp it hums...come listen to the music of my heart! Wandering through the scented gardens of my mind. Come and take my hand, outstretched and waiting for stimulating orchestras to be directed.

One more time.