Space ship ride

The river splits the mountains as the snake splits the reeds, and my mind stays divided.  Thoughts don’t combine, sending pressure to the atmosphere; clouds form and a gentle drizzle seeps down and forms pools of melancholy for the future that has yet to come.  I can see my reflection in the water, the cloud passing by in the distant sky.  Somewhere out there, a star shines bright, stretching it’s light through cosmic dust and solar wind, reaching down, trickling light all around me.  The warmth cools, and darkness returns, the star seems lost again – I can’t find it – lost in space amongst the others.

Lost amongst my confusion, I search through life, swimming the deep seas, but I find a calming peace in the silent water. I found her there, beneath the air, swimming as she does.  Another species floating with the drift, protected by her fragile shell, dodging the waste of man.  She gently raises her head above the surface, touching the sky, while swimming so effortlessly.  To feel and flow with the currents of the sea, escaping the wretched grasp of the clock ripping round, the drift is her place and her peace.

I laid awake as the moon ruled down on the northern California sky, resting within the cold embrace of the patchy clouds, and the whispering stars.  I wanted an alien girl to come from another planet and take me away.  I would miss family, and my scattered friends who drift about my life, as the clouds disappear with the wind; to have the chance to fly would be to rain again, and the dopamine river runs through the valley of my mind.  Trees of serotonin would grow and blossom, and colorful flowers would lift towards the sun.  Back to the alien ship, getting farther and farther away now, the earth recedes in the distance and her and I sail away, with her atmospheric music soothingly playing in the space ship.  I don’t know what planet she’s from, so it’s nice to go for the ride.  As we lifted up and beyond, I finally found what I was looking for.  That star, nestled behind an orbiting moon, just like the sea turtle languidly drifting through the currents.  It makes me wonder, are they the same being, the star, the turtle, and the river in Brazil? An electric connection we can all feel the same.

Earth melts away, and her eyes are colors I’ve never seen before.  Our languages are distant, and words are useless, so we speak with our mind, and we speak with our eyes.  For the body is the spirt itself, in different forms and faces; the soul, the heart, the mind, we connect them all.  She likes looking back at me, through the blue, the eyes given to me by the sun.  Her fragrance smells like the river that pours from the top of the mountain, and leaning in closer I can feel the mist from the waterfall.

Only now do I realize we were all there together.  The sea turtle, the waterfall, and the shining star I forever search for.  We are all one, and I can feel it in my veins, in my heart and in my soul.  Back to the space ship now, waiting for alien girl to take me away.