A sunny afternoon but..
If the sun was about to explode
What would you do? Your last wish?
Because in those last eight minutes,
the world would still be bright.
There would still be life.
While the clock ticked, as time flew away
The alchemist kept using his stone, he was trying his best
The other golden stone melted to silver, far off.
Waiting for the last magic trick, the miracle
She consoled herself,
whatever may happen, we’ll be alright.
What is it that he stole?
Is it her acceptance? Or her peace of mind?
She sits and she prays
She walks and she falls
One step, she laughed
One step, she cried
As he drifted off to sleep
She could see it.
The dog had found the rainbow.
She stopped smiling
There goes away his breath, there goes away his soul.
She could feel the change.
It was a void, a vacuum
When you start doubting the truth
When you find out,
that no one’s perfect..
Not even God!
Today he wants to live again
He wants to die, today
For us, he will live again.
Maybe I wrote this in my sleep
or it’s all just a dream
But when he looks around, he doesn’t find himself alone.
He remembers the swings, the bicycle ride
The evenings spent catching fireflies with his sister or brother
He remembers his dad’s shoulders
The scoldings and the accolades
How scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
How no shopping trip was complete, unless a new toy was brought home
How decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo.”
How much he wants to return home.
A hug, a kiss. Tears.
She loved you then
She loves you still
Her love is like the wind
Live, awake and complete.
When light is showering down.
The flowers are blooming again
with the fragrance in the wind.
The roads become bright as
someone’s footsteps are getting closer
She knew, the story doesn’t end here,
she whispered to herself.
She sings, as she drifts off to sleep..
We will meet again. We’ll meet again.
Until then, my love.