Do you remember?
Does the thought of me ever
flicker in your mind
when you look
up to the night sky
and see her children
shining in her arms?
Do you remember
my soft caress upon
your cold cheek
as you told me
you feared oblivion?
I remember the way
your lilac eyes gazed up
at the sky's canvas -
a painting of silk ribbons
scattered across the open space
and shimmering dimly
in comparison
to the moonlight's heavenly glow.
You had whispered
gently in my ear,
your breath of sad irises
and your voice
a melancholic melody
of wind chimes shaking
in the breeze;
"I'm scared,"
you mumbled,
your trembling lips
pressed against
the side of my neck,
rain trickling from those
mesmerizing eyes I adored so much.
"I'm scared,"
you repeated,
your voice cracking
as the pain swept over
you and pulled you down
into fear's black depths,
"that there is nothing after death.
That there is no afterlife,
and I'll just become nothing."
Your arm
draped across me,
and you clung to me as
if I were a goddess that could
grant you immortality.
You cried in my arms
while my fingers
played with the soft
strands of your rosewood hair.
"What you say may be true,"
I had whispered
as I looked up to the night sky,
"Maybe we simply cease to exist...
maybe we don't have spirits
or souls like people have said we do.
But cling on to this hope,
my love,
maybe we are reborn into the cosmos-
maybe our bones dissolve into stardust,
our flesh as the rays of light
burning so vividly across the sky.
Maybe we become the stars.
You and I will be a part of the
fabrics of the same constellation,
our ethereal bodies molded into
the universe's work of art.
So when you look up at the night sky,
believe that we'll be together
after death.
Remember
that our love will
be infinite."
So do you still remember?
When you look to the sky
do you still think of me?
Even after
so many years have passed,
both of us trying to
fill our lives with purpose,
do my words ever surface from
the waters of your mind?
Wherever you may be in the world,
do you still ponder
about the theoretics we shared together
underneath the night sky,
our sad bodies entwined for fear
of the end of our tiny
existences?
Tell me,
Do you still fear oblivion?
Or have you found the truth already?
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
