MUSINGS

The (not so) faded truth

by Jemma Darlington

It whispered to me from deep, deep within the unevolved crevices of my soul.

Like a snake which whispers softly to its prey in the dead of night.

Through the high winding mountain roads and down into the vibrant green valley it drew me forth.

Like the sun pulls the earth and moon into its golden embrace.

Like the breeze softly caressing the leaves of the gum, and the crisp valley creek flowing its liquid life; it seeped, clung and moved every fibre of my being.

Silently hypnotising; as an enchanted maiden I flowed through the fields of red, purple and gold.

Like the birds and butterflies; who are too drunk on the nectar of life.

A chill in the night to keep my senses from drowning.

As the night howls in the full moon glow.

Like the all mighty Bunya who watches over the earthlings at its roots; I kept my feet in the rich brown soil but found my heart disappearing amongst the stars.

I danced to the beat of the drum, swayed to the rhythm of the days and sang with the chorus of the birds.

Every moment from the first was like a conscious dream; every breath drew me closer to the next. At times it spoke to me so; like flame it rushed through my body and erupted through my mouth and out into my lips, as a smile so warm it melted my heart.

The end of the beginning encased my mind, body and soul in the warmth of this spirited force. Like the mystifying cry and the strong wing beats of the black figures silhouetted in the sky; I was comforted in its presence.

So even though I have left, the colours have fallen and the fires now snuffed, I do not walk away without hope. It has penetrated my skin and united through my veins to my softened heart; which I must mould a new, a stronger force to behold.

Apparently the sparkle of the light still glistens within my gaze. I cannot shake the feeling, and my mind is an intoxicated affair. But my core stays strong, this time not to be fooled. It is tuned into the truth; even if the truth may be a little faded...