Sitting on my front porch,
I look up and see the stars shining and flickering,
With no moon
( not even a trace of it)
Ah! What a sight for sore eyes!

I sit there singing a lullaby oozing with sweetness, tenderness and laced with love,
That my mum sang to me years ago,
A distant and a faint memory,
Now becomes a sweet lullaby of death.

A pool of tears escape from the prisoned eyes,
As if were trapped in the there for an eternity,
-- an eternity with a lost sense of time --

They travel with great speeds,
Racing down my cheeks and
Boom! On the ground they reach.

I sit...