Gazeth upon the past is the beauty vested from thy time
Of Strands that yet art black shines with the rise of sun
When a flower blooms together with the kiss of snow
With lips that utter sweet red songs
And a heart that beats reckless of dangerous desires
Doth thy young time were cherished?
Before long when that wrinkled your soul
And your scent compared to the mud of earth
Hath you laugh on the bed of grass and embraced the strength of trees?
Before you wet your ruby cheeks of fear and forlorn
Minutes turn to hours, hours to years then gone
Thy strand of hair became silver
Thy color drained and thy painted gray
Thou laugh in little moments
With voice almost gone
Husky or solid not
But raspy and thy breath is almost out
A heart stained with sorrowful love
Of shaggy shoulders weighted wings of heaven
Then feet walk’d on the universe
A product of past and present
But in present rests thee in oblivion
A life full of question
For death is to arrive near yet no presence is to hold thy hand
And tears wet thy wrinkled cheeks
But thy cry can be heard only in thy ears
Until fear caged thy heart
Why is no one around
To sing I a lullaby
Of happy death instead of mute goodbye?
Was it for I an old being
A creature of disgust
A wounded filth
A blinded weight to shoulder
Bones that weaken and lost
Time’s subject of patience
Description of death
Thou an old being be ignored
For soon will blend in the sand and thy will die
She’s a myth of beauty but a dying being
Who demands for the presence of love
For in second childishness will be filled of painful cries
A baby who lost her sight
A baby who cannot stand
A baby who peed on the ground
A baby alone in her old creaking crib
A baby we don’t care about
A baby gifted of death
And a baby forsaken of love
Cries are not meant to be heard
Her weak breath is normal to die
Until thou rests in thy grave but no one mourns
And no flower to wither on thou tomb
