A woman brimming with wisdom
Standing in the silent atmosphere of time lost on a dusty dirt road.
Her eyes are fixed on the side mirror of an abandoned army truck ahead
All she can see from afar is the silhouette of her naked body.
As though the frozen figurine had gained consciousness,
The brain, given a new lease of life, awakened.
In an attempt to move a limb burdened by years of pain,
Her memory sharpens with images flashing through a time tunnel.
A flashback through a journey where wounds have been healed
And where the physical pain carries no weight.
It is where the mental scars have been treated
With a simple remedy of love.
The rigid membranes soften under the gazing sun,
giving way to a flow of energy that rises within.
A second wind, the rebirth of a newborn into the world
yet not a child but a woman brimming with wisdom.
In owe to the creator of all mankind, the trees and mountains
questioning our existence in a world conquered by shadows.
Where art thou, my Lord? She cries in despair,
her voice carried to the sky, where her attention diverts
a flock of birds flying high amidst the bluest heaven above
She craves to fly like a bird in an infinite sky.
Looking back into the side mirror,
where her footsteps have driven her by the army truck.
She holds up a hand at arm's length to cover her image
as though this action would hide her history, her past.
At the sound of the alarm, she awakens, puzzled
reminiscing about the meaning of a dream she had just had.
Or was it an illusion of momentary thoughts
Gleaming in an image contouring the mind
of how blessed she, indeed, was to be flying free as the birds
and not stuck in a desert by an army truck.
Clothed or naked, no war to fight,
No guilt to hide from, no boundaries to cross.
The meaning of life became apparent as the scorching sun
Where eagles dare fly!
This eagle has landed!
PS
This reminds me of the French films I used to watch.
yet not a child but a woman brimming with wisdom.
In owe to the creator of all mankind, the trees and mountains
questioning our existence in a world conquered by shadows.
Where art thou, my Lord? She cries in despair,
her voice carried to the sky, where her attention diverts
a flock of birds flying high amidst the bluest heaven above
She craves to fly like a bird in an infinite sky.
Looking back into the side mirror,
where her footsteps have driven her by the army truck.
She holds up a hand at arm's length to cover her image
as though this action would hide her history, her past.
At the sound of the alarm, she awakens, puzzled
reminiscing about the meaning of a dream she had just had.
Or was it an illusion of momentary thoughts
Gleaming in an image contouring the mind
of how blessed she, indeed, was to be flying free as the birds
and not stuck in a desert by an army truck.
Clothed or naked, no war to fight,
No guilt to hide from, no boundaries to cross.
The meaning of life became apparent as the scorching sun
Where eagles dare fly!
This eagle has landed!
PS
This reminds me of the French films I used to watch.
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