Sunday, June 9, 2013

Life and death

Not a day goes by, in these times,
that I don't look up the sky for you,
when at times there's too much to take,
with you, they would've been easier.
I feel you pretty strong, but sans touch,
the warmth and life, sans holding hands,
Alas, not much remain but thoughts,
of how nice life would've been, together.
Not much remain but strong memories,
some momentous and some fleeting.
Somewhere beyond the clouds, in the azure,
I know you're there, silently watching.
But the clouds stay too long sometimes,
stealing the view, that of the grandeur in you.
Still, every dawn when the sun rises up,
I see you, feel you, hold you, and hug you.
You're with me, I know, stronger than ever.
Though sometimes you're just too far away,
that I know you want me to get on, by myself.
We'll always play this game of hide and seek,
where when you hide, you want me to be strong,
be brave and keep pushing through the crowd,
and when you seek me, then you'll know,
that I've lived and outlived the trivial world,
then I'll join you in the abode of great Gods,
the likes of you and me the world'd never know.

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