Watching the sun go down like a dying amber,
I lay still… lost in thoughts,
As I listen to the sounds of the fading day,
A steady rhythm to the pattern that am accustomed to,
They say life is like a flower,
Beautiful, fragile and with a delicious perfume,
But is it true?
Are there invisible thorns underneath it all?
Is life a vocation?
An ephemeral ambition that everyone has?
But only a few are lucky to realize?
Leaving the hearts of many irreparably damaged?
I feel for my broken heart,
A heart that has experienced the worst crushing,
All innocence taken away,
And delicate defenses gone and some left vulnerable,
Perhaps with the reminiscent of the day,
I should be more careful, resilient and effervescent tomorrow,
And like the vision in my dreams,
Realize my vacation and enjoy the adventures of life!