Forever, Again?

Consciousness embraces, 

The low rumble of thunder, 

To wait for a moment- as you watch the world wash away, 

Existing only for yourself. 

 

Each drop carries chaos

Such disparity you find

In catastrophes witnessed alone,

An anticipation for permanent tranquility-

A place to call home. 

Laughter echoes, from a summer evening 

Underneath the old picture frames 

A box you buried long ago 

What whispered a reminder, 

to open it again?

Time has passed, 

The willow has shone the color of a goldfinch as many as the bird has sung

On the last night, you sit on that old swing 

With peace. 

Not with complete satisfaction of how you've lived, 

But grateful, that it is all ending. 

Eager to slip into a void of oblivion, 

you close your eyes. 

Only to find yourself in repetition of the obvious, 

Juvenile pain inescapable, ignored. 

But soon you forget, much as you did when you the world washed away. 

Right before you are deprived of all memory, you think, 

Will I do this forever? Should I? Can I? 

A flash of happiness and sorrow come as quickly as they go

Drifting into the trance of a lullaby, it whispers, "Forever, Again."