Perhaps it's life on the 27th
Perhaps that’s the way it should be
Life
A beautiful story with unasked questions
Songs in boxes wrapped in tweed string
Bursts of laughter and giggles
Soft delicate whispers within the dark hours of night
Flowers that bloom right before the eyes
Butterflies dancing gracefully with breezes for partners
A glow of light that washes over from a bedside lamp
Caressing, engulfing, touching not all but most its surroundings
Light sweet kisses from growing grass
Constellations of stars winking beside a bright gloating Moon
A warm drizzle that ascends from the heavens
Bright colorful balloons waving as they float by
Vivid dreams of fairy tales
Magic from mere words within books on plain paper
Warmness
Peacefulness
Wholesomeness
A loud frightful slap of thunder
Air raids that sounds like shrieks
Shattered glass upon shattered glass
Still timeframe of terror
A knife that slipped to open a gash
Frozen honey jars
A reflecting light that was once beautiful but now blinding
Once upon a dream was not to pass
Ruffled untamed feathers
Petals plucked and torn
Wet pillow after wet pillow
Books strewn across the floor
Words that have passed never to return
Promises never to be fulfilled
A future once so yearned for now washes away
Voices once intertwined now untethered
The scary stillness of silence
Expectancy disappearing
Emptiness
Loneliness
Unaspiring longing
Abandoned memory lanes
Almost dreamlike
Wet pillow after wet pillow
Searching for the light
Slowly crawling through a tunnel
One day at a time
Perhaps that’s the way it should be
A week and ten days pass
Hour upon hour, a lifetime
Still
Wet pillow after wet pillow
A little light shines through the dark tunnel
Cool breeze comforts the soul
Ghosts of laughter lighten the heart
Kitten purrs in rhythmic vibrations
Bright pink umbrellas under the pouring rain
Fireflies twinkling in a dark forest
Crickets sounding off beautiful symphonies
Reflections of fairylike flowers on a river
Still
So much yearning
Perhaps that’s the way it should be
Life.
