ecstasy

Ecstasy

1: Im a musican and I am going to produce an album project

2: I just lost my love and I want a new one

3: Im deciding if Im going to stay or if im going to go back home

Ecstasy,

I love to pump it,

I love to ride it,

I love to beat it,

I love to spin those wheels,

See the ecstasy on their faces,

I love it,

When their pleasure is mine,

When I am their creator,

I love it,

When their centre is me,

And they are my wheel,

I love it,

When their ears,

Rise up and twirl,

I love it,

When they can’t control,

Their bodies rolling,

Their legs flailing,

Their arms,

Getting lost,

Up close,

Or afar,

I love it,

When there’s,

Not just one,

Not just a few,

But many

Reasons,

For their hair to be let down,

For their bodies to loose control,

I love it,

When I am their reason,

I love it,

When they know nothing,

But the sound of my drums,

The sweetness of my words,

The centre of my universe.

I look outside,

Those drops falling from above,

Could be mine,

Falling from my cheeks,

Those rivers rushing by,

Could be mine,

Escaping to history,

I look outside,

I see green trees,

I hear birds singing,

I smell roses breathing,

I look inside,

I see black,

Where once there was red,

I see rocks,

Where once there were pebbles,

I see ice,

Where once there was water,

I look above,

At that plain white ceiling,

No end,

And no beginning,

I see how it meets the walls,

I see how it touches the floors,

I see a canvas,

I see a brush,

I see some colours,

Whispering for me to come over,

I dip that brush,

Into the colour,

Mixing and a matching,

Dabbing and a dropping,

I see the white

Changing,

I see the white

Evolving,

I see the white,

No longer dull and desert,

I see the white,

Transform,

Into something new,

Something different,

Something yet to be learnt.

It’s been so long here,

So long in a place I now call home

In a foreign place,

Where my mother tongue,

Is something they want,

Something they need,

Something I must give them,

But, its been so long,

In somewhere that’s not my own,

Somewhere,

Where I will forever be the guest,

The question is,

And is,

That if I leave,

Those horizons I seek,

Those horizons I need,

Back on the other side,

Will they still be there,

Will they still exist?

Will I be at one,

And they will be at one,

With me,

For taking such a retreat?