Two Trees and a Coconut

Dedicated to someone I have known for a very long time.

Listening to: Right in Two by Tool

 

Dear Friend,

I see you. And I don't mean that in a 'Godly', "I'm watching you" way. I see it from a perspective that most people don't (or won't) see it from. My grandma always told me there are three windows: the window to your perspective, the window to my perspective, and the window to the truth. I know what the truth is about me. I do, trust me... even more than you can possibly imagine, my friend.

The One thing I was sure about was our friendship, but we drifted apart so much that now, I don't know what I am sure about. I always listened to your advice, and to your dismay I heeded it always. Even when I repeated the mistake, I was learning something valuable from it, because most of the time, I didn't realize I was making a mistake. I don't know why we drifted so far apart, and I don't know what happened to the world we spent years trying to perfect and help and learn more about, but I do know that despite what you say, behind my back, to my face, or to someone else, I still love you like a sister. Because love isn't like water, it's like blood. You can't see right through it when your drowning in it, instead you are surrounded by the red fog that seems to dim your sense of reality into that of a child's. That's how you have always impacted me. Like the big sister that I wished was around for me more. Or sometimes, like the little sister I would take on any huge man or small girl or schizophrenic crone or vampire nazi for. I am so happy that you finally found someone to save you from the "curse" that was put upon you. But am I really the one to blame for your demons?

I always stayed by your side trying to befriend them you needed me to, or scare them away when they attacked. And you might think I am using you, or that I have used you, for my sick twisted fantasy of life, or to cry to someone when I needed it but... you should know: the wind from the storm only feeds my fire. And the only time I cry is when I hurt inside. And you should remember who's always gonna have your back with the fun, excitement, sad times, happy times, family troubles, fiance troubles, baby troubles, world troubles, or whatever you might want to talk about next? Me, baby. You are my best friend and no matter what anyone says... I see you. Thank you for showing me that.

Now to the poem...

 

Two Trees and a Coconut

 

I had a dream I was lost at sea,

on an island all alone;

with water below and before me

the cliff above was my throne.

 

At night the earth whispered to me

and told me to escape;

beckoning me to a watery grave,

that was sure to be my fate.

 

With no paddle or boat, and a crudely built shelter

I learned how to survive.

Alone and going insane,

at least I was alive.

 

I learned how to make a fire,

and I learned how to catch my food.

And I made a friend with a coconut,

you'll never meet a more real dude.

 

But you know coconuts, full of milk,

and hollow as can be.

Being alone on an island all alone,

just wasn't working out for me.

 

So I went down to the receding beach,

that morning turned to high tide,

and drew some things into the sand

to help me ease my mind.

 

I drew a picture of every person

I ever loved or hated.

I drew them with funny shapes and faces.

 

I drew a picture of all of my favorite names

that reminded me of my world

away from this secluded prison.

 

I drew a picture of the sun and the moon,

above a girl sitting all alone

on a deserted island.

 

I drew a picture of my friend

the coconut,

the realest dude you will ever meet.

 

I drew a picture of all the math problems,

that could come to my head

before I went back to my bed.

 

Then I went up to the cliff,

my throne that I so loved,

to watch the waves wash away my work

from a place high above.

 

And as the last waves rolled in

like a shimmering, watery blanket,

the sun was rising and out on the horizon

and I decided I would make it.

 

I stood up and started to walk away,

but got startled and turned to look at a noise that came my way.

In the sky, off in the distance

was a sight that saved my day.

 

My heart dropped, and I reached out

to pull the plane to me,

but to my dismay I fell over the cliff

and the pilot just didn't see me.

 

I was never saved, from my island in the sea,

and I'm forced to roam the land now,

just my coconut,

and me.

Reviews

[zainul]

Lovely imagination.
Like it.