Until again we meet…

Flanked by a tombstone
and derelict of two broken lives,
slumber unchained melodies
you and I tried to write.
Some we sang and hit octaves high.
Some we wrote in half notes and half words.
And then there were some,
where we were in trounce for chords or verbatim.
That was when our destiny twirled

For you drifted off to eternal sleep.

Your pristine self bequeathed me with memoirs.
Days ceased to be days,
and nights no longer looked velvet like.

And the dawns and dusks
wordlessly swam into each other.
Perhaps, this is how it shall be.
Yet everytime I sit by your grave,

And weep with the weeping willows.

I hold the roses I bring for you
and tell our souls everyday,
“Tread the tranquil world loved one,

Fly, rise high, and shine.

The broken lives shall resurrect,

Redemption shall evolve from chimera discreet.

Until then,
walk the frosted heath of serenity,

angel,

until again we meet.”