Mend My Broken Song

Sitting alone in the world

Under the weeping willow

Looking…staring up

Far up into the cerulean sky

Listening to the breeze blow

The clouds drifting by

Upon ethereal wings

Feeling the grass’ embrace

Having a peace of mind

This is my utopia

Undisturbed by civilization

Unbothered by destiny

This is perfection

With the sun glowing

Every cloud with their silver lining

This is flawless

Only happiness

No sadness, hatred, lust or greed

The weeping willow sheds tears

Emerald tears of joy

Dancing in the warm breeze

Reaching out to the heavens

Me?

I sit back on its aged bark

Outstretch my arms,

Grabbing the blue and smiling

Tears brimming my eyes, song in my voice

Birds sit on this willow

Their voices chiming with me

Echoing, returning to me

In this endless field of jade

And then, it changes, this melody,

A sad one now I hear

Stop it

There is no sadness here

It’s my utopia

Their song burns in my soul

Shattering the fragile world

Like a cheap piece of glass 

The song, it is soft

Fading away

My world?

It lives, but for how long?

Destiny has come for it.

Leaving or taking it

I sit there

Still under the willow

It has stopped crying now

It stands there, quiet

And the birds now

Are mere shadows in the heavens

Flying away upon wings

I’m alone and cold

And bloody silent

A warm breeze then comes

Grazing my cheek

Someone has come

Into my utopia

They step upon the plain

Grass bending beneath

I stand up now

Only able to look at the strangers

Crossing over my threshold

I can hear my heart

Thumping in my chest

Tightening with anticipation

Mechanically, I reach out for them

Opening my hand up

My mind, my heart, everything

To their warmth, their love

The near closer now

And I press my finger against their flesh

Come, they say simply

I nod and walk back with them

A few steps away from the threshold

I look back a gaze fondly

At that weeping willow

That sits proudly and strongly

It is quiet no more

But singing with the birds that have returned

Their melody, hopeful and bright

I watch the grass dancing

A warm wind passing, gliding

In between my fingers like silk

And a smile presses onto my lips

I turn back to these strangers

Who look all too familiar now

Thank you, I whisper to them

And I cross over the threshold

Back into reality

I couldn’t stay in that world

That would be selfish

It didn’t want to either

That utopia which I called mine

Wasn’t truly mine

I shared it

Now, it was his turn to live it

Life goes on like an endless melody

And I intend to sing it forever.

Thank you to everyone who gave their love and support to me. It meant the world to me when I needed it most. This is dedicated to you guys and in loving memory of my grandfather, who passed away recently. Thank you for everything.