Behind the door is a broom
The broom sweeps clean the room
But everyone in the house is asleep
There’s a flock of sheep,
A thousand sheep with not even two having the same colour
Who can separate light from day if it isn’t the moon?
They sleep and assume it is still night
Knowing not that the sun and the moon can alter man’s perception of time
Eclipse, the celestial spheres in unison, where’s everyone?
There’s a moving picture of the great grandfather on the grungy wall
The wall’s ears are visible, so no one speaks in the house
There’s a mouse, residing in the toe of the wall,
Many painful nails cured by a collection of grandfather’s jackets hanging on them
The nails think those are bandages
The advantage is; what you don’t know will not kill you
Befriend your fears and the fright might just heal you
Go through. There’s a perpetual passage that leads to the mother’s room
She left a decade ago, she is still on her way there, and her death is near
The neighbours are already celebrating
The neighbours are already dead; it’s been a year now
Their heaven is just above this house
When asked; they said they’re in the basement of heaven
There’s a metal bucket with purple water on the table
Next to it is the current flowing cable, shocks are still there, dancing as a mini-lightning
The brother wanted to make more electricity for the village before he died
He wanted to enlighten his people; his hair seems like quills now and very smoky
They lied; electricity is not made out of water
Alchemy and magic books are still on the rocking chair
But the infant is not there, no tracks of his knees on the floor
If the rest of the family did not walk, children would fly
Jesus Christ! He took off with his crayons, there’s a rainbow in the sky
But some colours are too intense than others, might just be his favourite ones
Am I the infant? There’s a name I keep writing in the sky
I haven’t learned the basics of seeing, wait...this is not the sky
It is the inside of my eyelids, I know no beauty
I don’t know my mother.
I can smell the peace in your eyes
I can taste the lightness of your heart
I’ve heard the triumphant songs of your smile
I knew then that I wanted you to be mine
What an honour to coexist with you,
Sharing the same planet with is enough
How intimate can we be? hell! we share the same president
I’m just an infant in this Love thing
I’m sorry I cannot write anything amazing
You’re too much of a dream so it really had to be fiction
O agape the love that consumes!
Please know that I love you
