Thursday 28 July 2016

After

And after,
When the dewdrops have shed their shimmering shrouds,
And the sky gazes down with a clear face
Will the leaves all crumble into eulogy
And talk of the faces that traveled here.
And will they remember the way we were,
The way they watched from dusky sidelines
And saw how we extended our cracked fingertips
To let the universe seep back to us.
                   (Us- the place where it originally came from.)
The roots that held on to vacuum
And sung of Chaos amid dancing lights
That refused to burn out even after Time
Had touched their shoulders in a parting salute.
And after,
When all is said and done
And each rests in its forgotten place,
Will the sky still have the time
To gaze its steady gaze and avert its clear face?