Age softened eyes,
Now look mellow-
Retrospective in fond memories.
Tinkering laughter,
Love filled moments,
Or, the bitter words exchanged -
All now bring a slow smile,
To set the face aglow.
The typing keys had been left untouched-
The miss of their music the biggest null-
Happiness seemed a distant goal,
Sometimes within reach, sometimes away-
Mocking as you lay cold.
The omniscient eyes now-
A little older,
Lie on the browned grass
And stare upwards- heavenwards.
Watching white clouds drawing trails,
As they trace their own whispery paths-
Casting grey shadows in the azure.
The clouds differ in forms and shapes-
Much like the memories that the
Mind now encapsulates.
You stretch your hand,
The fingers tracing the cloud patterns-
As the mind stays hushed- reflective and somber.
Sade - let the memoirs rain down
On the tired mind.
Cleanse and renew soul spirit.
Let the rain give new strength,
And set afloat fresh dreams.
Sade - the sound of a new beginning?
