The Prisoner Speaks

Prisoner(P): Oh Rain! Be a little quieter- I need to hear the whispering Wind in my ears.
Wind(W): Take a deep breath.
P: Ah! The smell of rain! Of mustard fields and brick kiln smoke... Of wet sandlwood and crushed chlorophyll...
W: We've been places today.
R: And now, so have you. But I see dust here in your cell.
W: Allow me to blow that away.
P: Thanks, I didn't notice it.
W+R: But we did.
P (smiling): As true friends do.
W: Messages from the world outside: It's still a weird place. There's still hate and war and confusion.
R: It's still a weird place. There's still hope and faith and love.
P: And her?
W+R: She refuses to be found. She's left no traces. No smells of cinnamon from her kitchen or incense from her prayers- Can you find her in your heart?
P: I don't know. I could find her once, but now...
W+R: We can't find her till you do!
P: Oh, she will forget. And so would I. It would be for the best.
W: Don't be a fool - you don't know what it means to lose a beloved yet- I do.
P: She could never love the way I have.
W: But she did love you.Befriend her again before she's lost forever.
R: Ah! My words were not lost on you, its heartening to see that. At least till the next grand love of your life sweeps you off again.
W: Oh, I'll be the one sweeping someone off their feet this time.
R: My! You learn fast!
P (quietly) : Find her by the Sea-
She still waits for me.
Waves erase her footprints in the sand
Tell her of this strange land
And my times here-
Oh tell her I still care!
carry with you the smell of this soil,
Of soap and salt and of eucalyptus oil
And bring me her messages next time you arrive!
Tell her that I won't give up, with friends and love I survive!