Such hopeless times we live in
When birds chirp but it’s only beautiful for a second
When dogs howl but it’s only sad for a minute.
I’m sorry, excuse me.
Really,where did life go?
How do we sit here waiting?
Waiting as though there never was fire.
Hear the children
They play and sing, laugh and squeal
How come their voices damp the air for but a moment
Their light so short
Or is it that our hearts have withdrawn so deep
We’re too far to be reached.
Maybe if we can’t cry
The moon will mourn
And if we can’t yell in frustration
The stars will explode
And if, after all these, we still can’t
Then maybe we’re better off falling like dry petals that used to be
Vibrant pink, yellow and white roses.
I hope you flame like fiery dusk
The scarlet colour that’s volatile
I pray you remember and act upon
The surge of passion and excitement that you’ve always had
I need you to feel it all again
The passion, the energy, the strength
If not with your mind and body, then at least with your being
To breathe it all in again
Like the colour of dusk
Red for passion
And sky blue.
Sky blue for hope,
You’re the strongest human
I know you know too well
It’s probably just my mind playing up
But when you said you were here waiting
I thought of dusk
And how I vehemently refuse to accept