Blinking my eyes, but destined to awake,
Buried within my soft duvet,
A foreboding feeling that I cannot shake,
To my family I have some things to say,
Still lying here in my bed,
My bedroom is filled with a red glow,
So to the window, I turn my head
And then words just begin to flow,
The sky above the pyramidal roofs
Is a blaze with passionate scarlet,
Reminds me of a time when I was aloof,
And the hazardous-love of a harlot,
I think upon this paradoxal life
And an intertwining world of opposites,
Take this red which is devotion and strife
And many other such composites
My heavy eye-lids blink once
Now turned orange are the skies,
What is done and to be done, hence
I cannot catch the time that flies,
The circle of life continues with certainty
My trees grow tall from my seeds
Not a single chance to glance at their beauty,
My trees, their fruits in the background recede,
I blink once more, only to find
The sky has been ambushed by clouds,
The orange obscured, just like my mind
So I think my thoughts aloud:
It is such a curios mystery to me
To see war raging on above our heads,
I can smell the rain that will come to be
Just like I once smelled battle-torn dead,
Again my eyes shutter and I
Struggles to open them up again,
Peeking yellow sunlight, so high,
I want you to know I’m not in pain,
And to know how much I love you
And to take every opportunity as an open door
And now the sky is covered in grey too
And so I close my eyes to see no more.
