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.