Monday, August 22, 2005

The Winds of Change

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change


The blue convertible with the silver line lasing through its side zoomed on the highway, purring softly under his hands. There was music playing there, inside the car. The man was tapping his fingers to it on the steering wheel, his eyes at some distant point. The road was empty as far as the eye could see, and the hood of the car was down. Her sunglasses were perched firmly on her nose as she stared out into the barren land around her and he... continued tapping. It was as it they were letting the magic of the rhythm tale away their pain, and the speed of the wind that would soon turn their faces red-raw take away all feeling, so that they could forget. Just drive baby, drive, and forget. The music drifted listless behind, as the car moved further and further away until all that could be heard of it were beats. Thud-thud-thud-thwak…

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change


They exchanged a glance. It was becoming entirely too noisy these days, living right next to the highway, with these new age kids deciding ever so often to crash through the roads, leaving behind bruises in the eardrums for all who happened to be around. Where was the genteel music of their youth? Where had all the softness and the pain gone? Where was the concern for the world that they were living in? It seemed that they were all drowned in noise, like it was unacceptable for the youth of today to admit the fact there were issues that had to be addressed. The glance warmed and changed to a comfortable smile. One that was born of familiarity. Whatever else the world was coming to, they still had each other, so they leaned back to relax and watch the vast emptiness that stretched out in front of them. It would be a long time before they would be disturbed again.

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change


She soared far above both couples, easily catching the thermal, for it was a warm day. There was the wind in her feathers, and joy in her mind. This was what she had been made for, to soar, to fly, to reach out to the sky. She let of the cry of her kind, “cree-ee-ee” and swooped. There was a lizard on the ground that she feasted on before taking off again. Her winds beat more and more rapidly until she was high again. This time, there was a weight in her belly that pulled her down, but she ignored it. Her flight seemed effortless to her, and she was caught in the joy of just being. She went so high that there were spots in front of her eyes and her winds began to freeze. Another cry rang out in the fierce passion of this flight, flute like and touching, as she folded both her wings tight against her body and fell…

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change


As they watched the hawk continue its antics, his hand sneaked over hers. The sun was blazing in the clear blue sky above them, but they were seated in the porch, safe from sun-tan and sun-stroke, sipping from the cool drink that they took turns to refill every few minutes. They were enjoying a lazy afternoon together, soon enough it would be time to return to the hustle-bustle of ordinary life. The children that were born to them had long since moved away, left the nest, so to speak. Once it had been them trying to forget the now, but now they held on to it like they wished to never let go. They knew all the times that they had spent – worked and laughed, wept and lived together – and some of it apart – but it all came down to the now-moment. And neither of the two would trade their today for anything else. Someday, they would all get together again and talk about old times but for now, today was enough.

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change


She dug her fingertips into her back, right above the shoulder blade, closed her eyes and twisted her head. That helped, it did. He ignored her, deliberately, telling himself to not notice, not care. He focused himself on what was coming out of the speakers. She arced her back, restless over sitting still for so long and turned to stare at her partner. The enigmatic stare from behind the opaque sunglasses made him uncomfortable, and he set his jaw, irritated. After a couple of seconds, she took it off and continued to just look at him. His drumming ceased and slowly, the speed of the car dropped. The volume of the music faltered, and then it died. The wind stopped seeming so intrusive as he pulled over at the road. And finally, finally, they began to speak.

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say


“Cree-ee—ee!” she cried, catching sight of her mate. Her wings flashed open before she hit the ground and the force of it tore at her wings. But the euphoria of falling was like that only on rising, and she swerved towards him. The two fledglings had flown away, and as she came closer to him, her voice softened. The trill that came out was a plaintive cry, one of loneliness. It would have caught at and tugged the heart of a human, who knows how it affected him for whom it was meant? A glitter in her eyes, and confidence as her wings propelled her closer and further, as she chose, she made a playful swipe at him before gaining height again, teasing him, taunting him to catch her. And as they disappeared into the blue, little specks that fell as one to make more, it seemed as though the wind was whispering again, content, and at peace.

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

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