The teary eyes ever seem sanguine, Thou told the indelible moments seem alike, In thinking he was hopelessly lost, But he was heartened by the sight of a familiar farmhouse, All of a sudden, His eyes slowly became accustomed to the dark, In the dwelling, The refulgence of a full moon on a clear autumn night, Made only memories, But you couldn’t think straight, Sitting in darkness, Thinking about the days but, The moon was a lucent orb in the cloudless autumn sky, You remembered the smiles, In remembering, The nights converted into days and days into nights but, Thou only sat near the graveyard I thought a lot, Might thou talked with the dead-soul, Thou told the dead soul is ever alive, In the graveyard but, Thou only smiled, On that day I heard the most bizarre story but, Someone wished to be demented, In the world of solitary, He lived no more when, Thou wrote, “Life is a tale,” The teary eyes ever seem sanguine, Thou told the indelible moments seem alike. Published in Daily Times, February 15th 2019.