Up and Down.

Up…and…down.

The sun comes

Up and down.

The snowflakes

Form and melt

The rain

Rises and falls.

From clouds

Of damp silk and loose yarn.

You were wearing

Hideous grey cotton,

Not blue or brown

Or yellow;

The colours you enjoyed.

Up and down.

We get up

And

We lay down.

The moon comes and goes,

Following the sun’s lead,

The sun

That which goes

Up and down.

Then up and one day

Would stay Forever down.

I guess things eventually end,

The sun will cease,

The clouds would unravel,

To reveal all the wounds, tattered

And stitched, hidden

Between the seams with glue;

Showing the affect of ups and downs, highs and lows, of a life lived full

yet still borrowed days couldn’t last more than borrowed nights.

And with it

All will end,

And that’s the beauty in life,

But I don’t know why,

I never thought

A thing that could

stop,

Would be

The beats,

of your previously beating heart.

Now deflated and drained,

Far from my empty embrace

I know your chest was tired.

You can rest until sprouts burst

From the muddy ground,

Until Leaves grow

and grow greener,

Under skies that cry tears of revival and failure.

Rest until spring.

I’ll feel you in the rain,

and watch you drift away

to newer cities

for bigger things,

As you finally rest and leave in your wake

brighter days.

And I’ll finally stop sailing,

Up and down caused by waves of rage,

chasing

storms not meant for glass bottles.