Its a metaphor, not a real account of events. Partly a dream, in fact.
Hana guides you down to the setting shore
lays you in the sands with yearning hands
and feeds you blueberries and waffles
she picked and made herself with care
because its all she has to give you...
She gazes at each wave that passes,
and sighs at every bird overhead
Searching the skies for secret of flight
Then leans closer and kisses you tenderly
because kisses are all she has to give you...
Now Hana stands at the edge of the shore
Her long dress blowing against a silhouette
letting the waters make love to her toes
as the cold, ecstatic tingle sparks her body
She looks back at you, raising a hand...
And you falter,
and you hesitate,
Because you are afraid to swim in
deep waters with her,
because you know she cannot love
suitors who only trod the surface
but you don't know how to swim...
And she dives deep.
So your heart sink deep into her ocean like a stone
and you lay hurt unable to move, while the wavelengths
of her soul spin you round and tear you into pieces
as she dances around you, casting a spell of love
because love is all she has to give you...
And suddenly,
You are full of hope and fear and pain
And you want to follow her, and you want to hide
but you can't help but gaze as she paints alone
because you know she's partly crazy in logic,
abandoning in reason, and a servant to emotion
but somehow, that's why you want to be with her.
Hana leads you through green fields
You sit together in the tall grass
that blows her hair around
her face in a dreamy perception
and the flowers lean toward her
like children reaching out
but she picks them nonchalantly
then stares at each petal,
Examining its chance of perfection
then tosses each aside and sighs,
till she finds one missing a petal,
slightly damaged at the center,
and smiles like shes looking in a mirror
and braids it in her hair behind her ear.
And suddenly,
the essence of her existence seems as impossible
as the hopeless reality of yours...
but that's why you want to be here with her
But not enough to touch her, to trust her.
And oft she smiles for you,
and oft she cries,
and waits, contemplates
Sits alone and paints,
But no one can make her laugh,
the way you can.
So you fill her with words, pretty and dark,
hoping she will bloom without your arms
Till she stares at you in acknowledgment
like she knows all your secrets, but still
loves the mystery of why you have secrets at all...
And just before you rise to tell her
that your empty and have no love to give her
She looks up into you, searching your eyes
and she finds in your gaze your answer
that you've always wanted to be her lover
And in your mind you have kissed her,
(because kisses are all you have to give her)
and touched her perfect body in the pale moonlight
as she shines above your eyes, like a star.
