With open books lying unread on the table

With open books lying unread on the table

I swayed myself on the rocking chair

With every new minute approaching this night

The past flashed in my eyes.

The old days, with green trees,

The wind blowing on all the streets,

The sun shining bright in the light sky

My happiness flew more high.

I listened to him over the shouting wind

The words came out without meanings

As we moved hand in hand

Carving our feet over the sand.

And sometimes a wave would come, centimeters high

Touch our feet, return with a sigh

And he would drag me more closer to him

As I see in every dream.

I closed my eyes to sense his presence

As his breaths mingle with mine

He asked me softly to open my eyes

I obeyed…not expecting his absence

The leaves withered, detached from branches

Screaming and running with panic

The sun drowned behind the dark clouds

The waves splashed with wild sounds.

Everything vanished except darkness

Screaming and shouting without silence…

With open books lying unread on the table

I swayed myself on the rocking chair.