The sun first sparkled as you embraced pain,
Of one light-year gone by, and when dusk descended,
Dawned upon me, that many light years to come will,
Sprinkle warmth in a blue universe, grey as steel.
Shelter for me first, was not fresh green grass,
Blue skies or ones that lay 'neath,
Marginally aroused by the wake of my cries,
As I grappled firmly to your lap, beginning to rise.
I was often perturbed, laid disdainfully thinking of,
Life that would follow your exit,
Until I realized my life was connected to your departure,
Throttling obstacles the way light moves farther.
Often when I'll find myself bereft and my eyes search,
Encumbered with heavy load you'll leave behind,
Memories full to the brim, they come in a golden jar,
But no hand to stretch forth a glass, if I hold out too far.
It is then, I'll begin to doubt if all the light,
I'd envisioned was too far a cry in sight,
Once again as the circle of life halts to a standstill,
I realize how much of a pain you had to feel.
To bring up, you sowed the ground every moment,
As in warm light I began to bloom,
Everyone saw you nurtured until you could no more,
But it was then, I realized how much of a pain you bore.
Because I was for always not meant to be with you,
And in a garden with a thousand other flowers,
Although I was one day meant to wither and dry,
You would water always, so today I could cry.
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