I remember..
I was riding my bike,
the cool wind kissing my skin,
as the warmth of the sun embraced me,
And I saw it.
I was not expecting it..
but I was not surprised...
the colors
were falling,
gently,
with ease,
with no hesitation
or rush,
simply falling...
And in an instant, I knew.
I knew what it all meant.
And I welcomed this news
as an aged prisoner does
when he hears his chains
loosen
and feels the
cold
confinement
no more,
unsure about what is to come
and unhurried to take that first step
yet unabashed in reveling in the moment...
A smile.. slow-stretching..
A glimmer reignited in his eyes..
this moment would never be the same...
after this moment,
life couldn't be the same..
and
I knew what it all meant.
I smiled, too,
closing my eyes,
and for a small moment,
I found myself
falling in love
with it all.
This moment would always be mine.
and
like my mother's hands,
with the sun-kissed freckles,
and supple undertones
of stories of a life lived with suffering
and love,
when they are held in mine,
I only want to embrace them for all of time
and yet,
unable to grasp that eternity,
I find myself finding joy
in these moments
before the
Beautiful End.
Beyond these changing hours,
this love, this life,
this moment,
will always be ours.
