A Light Year!
I can always ask someone, let me call her Lilly
To take a break for my sake, willy-nilly
May be I can make her day, or may be
She would make mine, I would see
So she is worried
I am dying slowly
May be in a year
A year of fear
May be
A century
Of days, months and may be
Years
And she
Is there,
Forever!
With an eye full
With tears!
There is always light,
At the end of a long day called life-
At the end of a long day called life-
To love
To be a little more for her
And fade away
Like water colors
In a morning dream
Pastels and easels
Brushes and palettes
In thoughts deep
As I take on the last sleep
The last breathe
And gasp in awe…
A dream
Walking in sunlit tunnels
In shades of white
Rather bright
Yet I see
It has been a long day
May be
A place I would perhaps
Someday see…
Wreathes?
Or more, was this game over?
Level one
Well played
Am I
.
.
Gone
Dead?
