Waves...

There was this little corner of our minds,
Where we laugh about the anecdotes of dawn,
Where we could cry faded tears,
Make plans for the morn,
Transmit our fears,
So far with a song...

Those waves of eternity,
Calls for riddles,
I saw the mirage of a dream,
While walking a stark path,
As strong as fire,
As ferocious as pain...

Ugly as decay,
As we walked through the horizon of wicked plans,
Within the pockets of evil,
As I suggest,
"Lets be reborn," "Lets be reborn!"
But it won't be as merry as you think...

A coniferous plan,
He matched our hearts,
The dice of destiny in both hands,
For reasons I can't quite enunciate,
I find comfort in turmoil...

The beauty of spring,
Fail to ward away the evil of our minds,
For we were the ones blessed with unconventional fate,
That dances within the ashen clouds of anticipation,
While we sway within our blissful cacoon,
Contemplating how to wash away our sins...

( Painting by Frida Kahlo)