The Question

Do you remember those times? 

The days where you kept begging for answers
through your zealous restraints,
and eternal blaze

reading magazines with glasses of oak
loving, while scrutinizing your heartless desires
pretending to love the lands
as the folorn sun arose from your eyes
where winds were blown and seas spewed

-to the days where you sealed off your self-restraints
and danced into a void of luminous colours and shapes
preparing for the next, last aeon

while drinking the sweet liquors
lurking in flowerbeds
and mires dread,
hiding the tunstile of emotional thoughts.

-Do you remember those times?

where proud parents applauded your progress
and how you would laugh
till the last drop of sadness would slide off your cheeks

and how, from sacred confines,
you would rise anew to the doves chuckling in joy
and feel your feet on the ground,
burning with desire to continue down the road unknown.

will you remember these times?

when the dirt and mud
will rise to reclaim you and split you

when the rain will pour for weeks
removing all superficial features defining "you"

and lastly,
will you remain true and without regrets
be able to walk hand in hand with death

when the lonliest season strikes?


sweetheart, are you falling asleep again?