Sade

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?