In Search of Sunrise #10

We moved under the moon as it slept just above us,
Beyond the empty fields where the trees lay, whispering
Songs that sang tunes from out the back seat with no words.
But I listened and I heard.
I closed my eyes and watched the waves that came in through the cracks
Of the road that gave way to my heart.
And they grew.
Swallowing one up after the other until they could touch the sky,
Breaking the darkness with a light that I thought would end the night.
But I waited for the words and they never came.
And as much as we moved it felt like nothing had ever changed.

kab yeeb

pink petals so fragile

they break at the touch of my fingertips

melt into the palm of my hands.

my grandmother use to cut open the bulbs slit by slit

and my eyes would grow big watching them 

bleed a lustrous milky substance day by day

drying brown as they aged in the sun. 

wilting.

i watched my grandfather clean his pipe neatly.

disassemble the pieces. wrap them in leaflets.

burying it in a box underneath his bed 

as the smoke lay thick in the air.

it billows to this day...

the memories of my fading youth.

the memories of our fading youth.