Daily Mantras and Such

She makes us ooze with energy one moment and devours all of it the next.. While the city is in her slumber, the sheen of her hair guide us, the gleam of her skin warn us of fractured glass, the twinkle in her eyes enlighten us, the fire in her soul keep us warm..her eyes are molten with love and pain...her hands, folded together under the driven nail... She sheds waxy tears that sting us like that hallucinating shot: burn, churn, calm, nihility... her tears on Sundays turn into relentless rain that sooth our bruised bodies, battered and stripped from life, off life...the one we leave behind... She wheedles us into nothingness with freebies: a pouch woven with water lilies and strands of our hair grown inside her private-scarlet-cloister. She sighs and the zephyrs whisper, "your ancient blue black hair had an orange-yellow-golden tinge? And you wonder in your time how the sun gets it's warmth? It's magnitude? look inside the pouch.. see his rib that they say started it all? see the convoluting sun-beams: your fire-gold hair in a knot? See the grain of salt? Your first tear drop, crystallized, solidified, manipulated, gift-wrapped...and what about Them, you ask? they weren't meant to stay, not for-ever and a day...but us? We are never to flee, we'll stick around longer than life, in that breathlessness we will strive...sickness and in health in emptiness and in wealth, in the silence of the night, in colors and in grey... She stands by the river and sings us lullabies that ward off our stalking demons, her voice waltz with our minds, those sweet whispers emboss her reflection on our windows, she holds our hand while she writes our names on the foggy glass; when the night trips into day with Swiss precision she draws figurines on our foreheads with flighty fingers ... she strews our thoughts with the blue-green fragrance of that sole city-violet; she murmurs prayers in the half-light, and right then we smile in our sleep...the next morning we wake up recalling a tail-end of a unfathomable dream, where there was a river with scarlet red water, violent currents evoking orange ripples...and her, she was there too, strong and able to remember.