Revisited

 He revisited.

Came and sat beside me,
And asked why my mix-tape
Mused to melancholy.
And I stared blank into
The whiteness of the blank walls
That surrounded me.
I looked out the window
Waiting for answers to pass through me
But the day was as silent as my lips
And no winds blew
Carrying the replies I needed.

His smiles started to level.
And he demanded reasons of my silence.
And reasons, were met with silence.
The window was still open,
The horizon grew invisible
Covered with gray clouds
I could feel the rain's first drop
As could my eyes, wettened, by rain?

He gave up, told me I needed help.
But didn't offer.
The rains weren't concealed anymore.
That day saw a deluge.
And he left, like always,
Under the coloured shades of his umbrella.
My mix-tape kept playing
And rains poured, everywhere.

He was me, younger.
He was happier.

Eclipse

The luna had arrived and hid the sol
And plunged in darkness the
whole wide land of the masked souls.
And the souls did come to view the glory
of a barren moon
Concealing that which
whose stories were told.
The birds illusioned
their sun had gone .
And their time
to chirp and play was slept
to rest this rebelling day .
Then came the brainiacs with
ideas thousands.
And theories of how the lives of
humans lay in unrest
For an arrangement of
bodies unheard away had been
so naive to nocturnal nascency .
And the glittering
eyes of a tad fat teen
Shone as white as a keen sunday,
And another box of a
checklist was ticked away to glee .