We will awaken from our deep slumber with new clarity
cleansed and healed.
We shall return to our weary world refreshed,
united in our losses and lessons learned.
We will remember them as the flowers that grow amongst the graves,
as Maytime thunder, deeply scarring and searing
we shall hold candles to their names,
burn ablaze the bright path ahead
It shall pass like a dream, nights of battling unseen beasts from beyond long gone,
dazed but knowing certain that it had passed.
The days will no longer bleed and blur into one another,
But rather, we shall step forth into blooming horizons renewed, refreshed
As long as the human spirit is not extinguished
The flame of hope shall be rekindled,
for now, spring is here -
And the world begins anew
I wish you loved me as much as you loved the rain and stars,
From the unfathomable depths of the sea, I could still see your twin suns,
Till the day the proud celestials descend from their lonely thrones,
Till the day I drown on tides of breath and speckled sky,
Till the day when crowns of sea spray bow and set ablaze.
You will always be so, like rain through a sieve of starlight;
You are a king
And I, the court fool
Sometimes a lady, or if luck pleases, a faithful courtesan
But my cowardice always crowns me with the dunce cap with bells
'Oderint dum metuant. Atreus, Books III–V "De Ira", I, 20, 4.'
They unwrap me like candy
Peeling, stripping flesh and sinew carelessly
Rice paper thin boldness dissolving
Melamine tinged shifting unsettled smiles
I grin back at them sweetly,
Teeth and jaw, bare bone beaming white
They have made me no more but the refreshing whispers of wrappers
Now, I am the nothingness that they cannot destroy
White Rabbit taffy and Polo mints are popular childhood candies in my native Malaysia (and my personal favorites as well). White Rabbits are milk flavored candies wrapped with an edible rice paper layer, the dairy used to make the taffy was contaminated by Melamine during the 2008 Chinese milk scandal; many governments deeming it unsafe for children to consume. The Latin above reads 'Let them hate, so long as they fear'
Why does it hurt so, the spaces between us
That longing, the harsh caresses of air
Between your words and mine
Why do the echoes of your laugh,
entangle my breath
And pull, without pulling
Why do I dwell upon these pockets of time,
Where they seem to drip and pool
In the creases of your smile
And yet, I know. That you,
You who pull, without pulling
— The End —