She was a woman from Jakarta
the mistress of a Cardinal
and she painted lonely landscapes
on her journey to the sea
A child of the east
a woman of the west
she loves only what is forbidden
standing naked in the courtyard of a country church
where you have followed her from the tourist bus
dark angel beseeching heaven
for a sign from her departed lover
And you know that you can touch her
but she has already told you
that sex is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion
And she has told you that her lover
had said that when he is dead
he will send her a kiss from the clouds
and you turn your face skyward
And you know that you can possess her
but she has already told you
that life is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion
And she has told you that joy and sorrow are both impostors
and that joy is born from exultation in the moment
and sorrow in a morn when the moment has passed
And you know that you can kill her
but she has already told you
that death is meaningless unless
it is tied to some romantic illusion
And the rain comes like music divinely orchestrated
and your tears come like the muse
unexpected but greatly appreciated
and the colors of the rainbow explode inside your head
as she transmogrifies into a vision of the Madonna
And transcends into heaven
And you wonder who will pick the shrapnel from your eyes
as the rain sends you a kiss from the clouds
She was a woman from Jakarta
the mistress of a Cardinal
and she painted lonely landscapes
on her journey to the sea
Many thanks to Sherry at Poets United for selecting "Kiss From The Clouds" as Poem Of The Week.
