I gazed around, beholding nothingness

I wept, but as I followed my tears 

Saw that I stood tall in the sky

Sunday I stared out the windows at the color of canvas, 

As dusk began to paint its bright red stroke,

Across the peaceful sky 

I rushed down the creaky stairway,

ready to embrace the winter chill,

but the warmth of faint sunlight hugged me back

I stood and breathed, it smelled of gentle oak

And the sound of blackbirds descended heaven 

Their echoes woke my bones,

I could swear that one of them said - 

"Took you long enough!"

I gazed up and saw my flocking fellows, like blown sandust 

And it struck me how clear the sky was, without a cloud

Then I realized they all gathered around my feet. 

Deep amidst the white snow I trod,

My feet sinking unevenly in soft ground,

Face frozen in hard frown

Catching my breath from the stress of day 

Late in this frigid night I trod,

My thoughts drifting to nowhere in particular,

Like stray footsteps on the fresh snow,

Losing track every now and then

Still amidst the dark sky I stopped,

My sight darted towards the passing cars, 

Piercing the gloom like tiny comets,

Oh if I could hop on one and fly afar

 

I thought

I thought of those warm memories,

and wondered, did they ever know,

that they will be my only company?

I thought of those endless dreams,

and wondered, did I ever know,

that they all have an end?

I thought of those easy laughs,

and wondered, where did they all go?

I thought of those bygone sorrows,

and all I could do is think.