Oriental Flute

Okay. David Sylvian - Darkest Dreaming.I Would like to share a poem that I wrote, I am no writer, but It came out... Oriental Flute By Vicky GavriToday I saw a beautiful manSitting on the hot summer sand.His eyes were dark, a little sadLips were full and skin was tanned.He wore a hat, An old fashioned suitDarkish Grey and shiny black boots.He reached for something that looked oldenFrom his pocket came something golden.I squint my eyes for a better lookIt was a pretty flute that he took.Then they both became connectedHe held it lovingly and protected.With his left hand he began to playA tune so far from this day.It sounded something JapaneseCarried through the ocean breeze.I watched him close as he playedHow long I must have stayed.A storm began, strong and grandHe dropped the instrument in the sand.On his knees he fell with displeasureSearching desperately for his treasure.I simply couldn't understandWhy he was only using one hand.From the sky fell heavy rainMingling with his tears of pain.I should have just walked awayBut my heart just made me stay.I approached the troubled manKnelt before him in the sand.He looked up from his place.It was the first time I properly saw his face.His eyes were shiny full of sadnessWished I could take him from this madness.I offered a smile, much as it would permitThen reached down to help him find it.Somehow it seemed to cause him alarmIt was then I noticed he only had one arm.He starred at me with eyes of plead.I felt like my soul had started to bleed.I reached out to touch his cheekI felt him shake, then fall weak.I watched him as he closed his eyesAnd then he softly began to cry.I reached to him and pulled him closeI held him with emotion exposed.I don't know how long his arm was around me.Or how long his head rested on me.A moment, or a lifetime passedI thought I found my love at last.But finally he let me go.I knew he wouldn't let me grow.He looked down into the wet land.And found his treasure in the sand.Into my hand the flute he placed.He wrapped my fingers around its embrace.Then whispered foreign words so gentleMust have been something oriental.He gave me a tender smile close up.My eyes followed as he stood upThen he turned around and leftMy heart suffered the greatest theft.I knew I would never again seehis face, that would keep haunting me.Foreign music, voice so clear...Were the only echoes I could still hear.Things will never be the same.I never even knew his name. Copyright © of Vicky Gavri