To Touch The Blue Sky [COMPLETED]

Prologue

The bleakness of the wind touches my skin,
It couldn't be more lamentable than the blue tears of the sky,
Chanting birds in the forest, tawny trees with leaves in melancholy green,
There's no more hollow than the heart desires to cry.

The serenity of the sea makes my soul blue,
The yellowness of the sun is the pain that I carry,
The gentleness of the wind is the hopelessness of my broken soul...

"George!..." I turn my head "Come downstairs honey. It's dinnertime already!"
"Coming grandma!" I cry out.
"Come on then! Don't make foods wait!"
"Just a second!"

I look through the clear glass of the window, and there's nothing to see other than these gloomy trees in the side yard of our house. 

But I still stare at it, those are still visible and gleamed by the bright full moon hence the night is not too dark to be lost. 

I can't feel the wind outside but I am pretty sure that it's cold, cold enough for your soul to be frozen and asleep for thousands of years. Its sound only enlivens the silently dark ambience and makes the leaves dance in midst of gloom. 

The crickets are now yet dead to enliven the night.

I am sitting at my tawny-wooden study table, only the tiny lamp standing on the table illuminating the whole room. It takes a while for me to retrieve my consciousness.

"George! One call and I'll go up there!" grandma lovely cries out again, so don't worry it's not that threatening.

I never respond.

I take a deep breath. I turn to the page I have written and for the last moment, I finish the line of the enlivened poem written and will be buried before the night ends...

It will be the last oscillation of my heart after we touch the sky.