I lie here like I did in my dream every night
On a bed of icy sleet and snow
Dreams and memories drape me on the way
As I make my way unhurriedly below..
A pair of Siberian storks fly away
Startled, perhaps by my resolution’s might
We head into our opposite directions
Me to the dark, them to the white
I take my mind away from them
And indulge in some brilliant reconstruction
On nights wasted seeking questions in the cosmos
On days utilized for unintelligible production
On moments of sheer despair and fright
And those of undiluted humiliation
All of them and others that triggered
The need for this solemn jubilation
And that’s when I rethink on why I’ m here
Why the brilliant sky had been beckoning
Faces long lost, long forgotten emerge
Some smiling from the distance, some reckoning
I’m almost at the end now
There is no more room to deliberate
I stretch out my arms, a final time
And embrace… a long-awaited and cold, silence…
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