One of These Days...

(all of a sudden, out from the blues)

Dec, 27th, 2015.

One of these days, 
You shall be a mere reflection
Now turned to dust,
and cornered with new layers,
of history in making. 

one of these days, 

they say:

creation is always happening,

and so are you constantly cornered,

your body parts dusting away,

glittering into the cosmos..

one of these days,

i shall find you,

among rose woods and green offshoots,

thick roots in my garden;

the silent sunless days

and foggy thoughtful nights;

the proud summer's sun;

and dramatic sea waves

which maybe are made,

with your parts that often prayed.

one of these days,

maybe you are in upper air,

your conscience making me:

your thoughts are my thoughts,

your cries are my cries,

your joys are my joys,

your tragedy is my tragedy,

your past is my past,

your life is my life...

why bothering for singled entities?

one of these days,

i was a part of you,

I once was you.

I was no more me,

I knew not me, but you.

'cause one of those days:

you were mine.