The clock’s delicate melody Seems to be at odds with the Heavy hammering of my heart How can something so mechanical Aim to control our lives so entirely? But I suppose it is us who give it power. It is our pure mortal aim for control For restrictions, for organization, That gives it purpose. If I had the choice If my life wasn’t in it’s death grip already I would toss that ticking damnation Out of the window. Good riddance. And plunge myself into the world When life’s only timer was the Rising and setting of the Great Sun.
Surprising strength in one so small, you were Unwilling to give up on life Refusing to succumb to another’s will Vying for one more chance to live and I will always remember the Vibrancy of your smile even to that last moment. Oh, my love, I will never forget what you told me that final day, Remember to live and love, and you will truly survive.
Vacant playgrounds with nothing but April showers and weeping flowers Carry a sense of suspense. And in May when it rains diamonds The earth knows what every child knows. It’s the subliminal message felt in the very marrow Of your bones, and albeit temporary, this sense of freedom Never tasted so sweet.
photo titled "Summer Skin" by red_head_shan on Flickr