Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

Dreams in Colour: Green

The smell of spring dances on the air, fresh and blooming. The chirp of birds and brays of the animals creates a symphony of sound, a symphony of life. The melody carries with it hope and joy. Life grows and blooms and rejoices in the buds of spring.

The feelings of rebirth grow into feelings of freedom, dancing merrily on the heart and on the soul.

In the distance, the onlooker watches a group of men till the fields, sowing the seeds for the year. The Suns remain high in the sky, casting down a warm light, a muted green. Before the fields lays the yard of budding grass. The sheep chew the tender shoots from within the pen. She onlooker runs her freshly scarred hands over the railing, leaning against it.

The sound of singing fills the air, drifting in from the fields in the distance. Men and women sing in chorus, their songs of the earth and rebirth merry.

A voice from behind beckons with its sweet song. The voice like a bird's soaring in the air calls the attention of the sheep and the person on the fence. The sighs pans around to face the singing voice, scanning over the mountain on the horizon, the house nearby and finally landing on an elegant woman. She sings along with the workers in the field, her green dress catching in the light spring breeze. A scarf round her hair gets caught in a gust and floats away, drawing the eye.

The scarf dances on the wind, flying upward on an unseen wing. Soaring like a song. The translucent green silk floats, catching the rays of the Suns. Floating away like a bird in its first flight.

freedom

A voice in the back of the mind echoes softly it warnings against the heart that yearns to float away with the scarf. And the sound of singing grows louder for a moment.

"...and the flowers dance upon the breeze, the heart floating in spring song, the melody dances upward, singing freedom on the heart as spring rebirths the land..."

And the world around grows. The suns setting and rising as fast as the eye can watch. The grain grows gold against the green grasses, bringing life. Sheep are born and birds sing their songs of spring.

Rising -- Falling

The Suns draw their breath each day, bloowing a cool breeze of life across the land to the sound of singing voices, each one singing the green melody of life and rebirth.

"...to sleep, to dream, to live, to die, the song of spring draws freedom onto the heart, fly away, fly away with me, dance to the Suns on silver wing, dance to the voice of freedom..."

And the taste of apples explodes in the mouth, their ripe green taste filling the heart with joy that has no words. The song sings on as the world rolls by, unhindered by the future.

"...sing freedom on my heart, make it the green of spring, sing freedom on my heart and let my soul rise up with the Light of the suns on gilded wing..."

A breath of release can be heard as the Suns set beyond the horizon, the song drifting off into the darkness.

"...the rebirth of spring sings freedom on my heart..."

For a brief moment, the heart knows this is not real, but feels the urge to sing anyway. To truly be a part of the dream.

"...I sing the freedom on my heart, I sing freedom and fly away..."

Posted by Tzoli at March 3, 2005 11:49 AM