In that blue day,
When stars turn gray,
The whisper of a whole sweet world
Finds peace in the magnificent cloud, deserved.

Phenomenal notes tumbling from the
piano,
Creating scenes of swaying people, a fiasco.
Anger and regret, a complete mess;
Sadness and fear, they pray with finesse.

The time's nine o'clock,
A moment fatal for the beloved one.
A new journey to disclose,
The weight so slight, yet so tough-
Never before has 21 grams equaled as much as a ton.

A spark in the dark
Takes its path.
The wind so slow,
Sending an intensive flow.

The epitome of a bridge between life and death,
The decision of heaven or hell.

In that mystic night,
A star will find its flight,
Measured not by scales of gold,
But by stories left untold.

A sweet hush of impermanent glow,
Where the home once stood, now cold as snow.

© dahlia