Blue,
and yet it's true,
how the present made us rue
to contemplate what flowers we gave You.
Thy silence has broken in time
thus the anger is pure.
Mother is healing herself
while we're struggling to find a cure.
Dots will connect,
The answer will reflect
All of the things that we neglect.
You will embrace us once again
after the growth
to accept the truth
behind this rain.
To reminisce the fallen stars.
.
A friend said that
before the moonlight fades
and the sun rises is the quietest, solemn
the perfect time to talk with the Greatest One.
Only you and Him.
I wrote this at the dawn of the Good Friday.
