Member Poem

Brown eyes shining blue and green
The sky was singing song of defeat.
The clouds had marched and won the battle of hearts.
So then, it rained.
For hours and hours of wind whispering sonnets of love and loss.
For then the clouds were painted in grey, sad yet desperate to melt, fall and dissolve into the breaths of life.
His brown eyes loved the colour grey, he adored the beauty in its vagueness.
But that day, his heart did not admire the greys.
His heart was already exhausted, numb and wet, after trying and trying and trying to paddle his boat, already sinking beneath the waves.
His boat with him on it, was slowly falling into the endless void of darkness.
He, he wanted to cry, cry it all out.
But he had not forgotten that he already was sinking in the lake of his own tears.

Thud!

His boat hit the bottom rock.
From there all he could see was a small, faint, flicker of light coming from above.
Faint yet golden in colour.
But he did not care, because he knew that he didn’t have it in himself to even try to swim and afloat.
Darkness surrounded him
After even that faint flicker of light faded away, while he cursed himself for holding that last breath of air inside his lungs.

Silence
Freezing of time and
Silence
Pounding of heart and then
Silence
Silence, silence, silence

Until the wind whispered again
But this time, it did not whisper of sonnets.
This time it whispered of folklores.
Rustling of leaves, as he opened his brown eyes.
He saw a pile of golden leaves on which he laid.
At the bay of a lake that shined brighter than the full moon yet did not hurt his eyes.
And in the lake he saw a lily, a red lily, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen in his entire life.
But then, folklores grew louder.
And then he was the sun, wounded and bleeding and drowning at the horizon.
The folklore grew even more louder.
And then he saw the clouds marching again, headed for the heart of the sun
But this time the clouds were painted in pink.
The pink clouds that seemed more precious than those golden leaves, that shining water or that heavenly lily.
The pink clouds that sang songs of love and only love.
The pink clouds came closer, or whether he ascended and then blended into the folklores and rode the pinks forever and ever and ever, until the end of everything.