A distant gleam in the rippling waters
Here I see, upon a steep, moss cliff
There is no sound, only the slosh of the waves merging along with the solemn slience.
As if something lost, forgotten for a long time.
Nature’s beauty.
A shedding teardrop sliding down a grief-stricken face.
The wail of a unknown child.
The cries of the mother.
As if something lost, never to return.
A life worth stars of millions.
The hollow sound when you enter that breached house
Where nothing lies but the sorrowful await of a wilted soul
Steps of killing creeks, one who has lived poorly and merciless
As if something lost, slaughtered in one’s mind
Days of delight and elation.
The smile spreading out across the cheeks of a new mother.
A child held in one’s cradling arms.
The birth of a new relationship that would last for years
The joy sinking into a lovely melody
As if something lost, but in upmost joy.
