I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I can hear the children’s voices
as they climb the stairs to classes.
I hear their shouts as they descend
to the basement for lunch.
I can’t see their faces.
I only hear their voices.
The staircase waits for me.
If I return,
will my dream go away?
I drift back to sleep and
dream of the empty staircase.
SING ME A SONG
Sing me a song.
Write a melody
Of times gone by
And moments lost in time.
Stroke the keys.
Massage the ivories.
Raise your voice high
So I can hear your words.
Words of hope and loss.
Sing them loud and clear.
Stories of faraway places
And times that are gone.
I close my eyes.
I can hear your words.
I see your fingers
Stroking the keys.
The words take flight.
They reverberate through time.
They leave your lips
To land on mine.
A sweet melody
To soothe my advancing years.
A pretty song
To fill my empty heart.
The skyline was beautiful before.
Hope was present before.
Brotherhood was keenly felt before.
Life was pure and simple.
Death wasn’t an everyday concern.
Before.
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
The castle sits in the woods,
its walls filled with memories.
Sounds of laughter and music
float in the still air.
Whisps of smoke hover
between the trees.
A soft shadow in the wind
settles beside me.
A tap on my shoulder.
A sigh in my ear.
I know who it is.
Goodbye, my love.
We’ll be together again soon.
I reach for you.
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.
I gaze at the night sky
at the bright lights so high.
Will my wishes come true?
Will I ever see you?
You appear in my dreams each night.
I yearn to have you in my sight.
I haven’t seen you for years.
But you’re always in my tears.
Would we have had a good life,
one without sadness and strife?
I won’t be able to ask you this.
I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.
I must be content with my dreams
as my life crumbles at the seams.
I keep my memories close inside.
Of my love, I have no need to hide.
