~~~ That day ~~~

The air was moist
And dark clouds seem to pervasively fall
While the sun seems to be as insignificant
As any other days
It was on these ways
Where music and everything else
Seems to be at pause
Where time is of the leaves that fall
For the ravishing wind blow unkind
With grace it humbly falls down
Touching the ground to rest

And as I sit beside you
While I watch you turn off the music
And listen to the pastor
That speaks of the fountain of youth.
We conquer spaces;
And pace through familiar places
We have once crossed
And I look into your eyes
Against the flailing dance
Of the falling leaves
And saw myself
The blank distance
Of a musical note descend…