The flake of snow on this twig of grass
Reminds me of a little young boy
He would sneak into fridge & stick his head in
And the cool air would soothe his merry mind
The deep blue valley takes me back
To the third storey
From the window of which he would
Watch the birds fluttering
And below, people rushing by
But it’s been long since the time I met him
He sure does stay within
Within the dark abyss of my mind
He can’t feel the joy of little moments anymore
Nor would he smile when I play a tune
They leave him hollow from inside, the memories of her
On a crucifix they nail him every single day
But their strength won’t crush his bones
And their hammers wont hurt him anymore
Coz the soul oozes out from the slit in his heart
The wound she left behind
It soars up in the light of an angelic voice
Leaving me hollow from inside
And here I sit, on this rock
On the edge of it
Thinking what am I without him
Without the merry mind
So I look down, breathe a gush of breeze
And leave along with him.