A Day’s End

It was the first day

The day that was ever so luminous,

Ever so bright and embrace the sun’s arms

A day so cheery and kind

No shadow of darkness in sight

There he stood, looking out the window

A small smile spread across his flawless face

And his small, soft, warm hands,

Held each other so tightly,

As if wanting -begging for something

It was the second day

A day that fooled us with its warmth

And surprised us as it was touched gracefully by the kind winds

A day filled with so much warmth yet slightly nostalgic

So sweet, but so bitter in the end

There he sat in a white chair

The window was opened, so he could feel the day

His head leaning back, while his body did the same

His hands resting firmly on the armrest

But they weren’t as warm as they were yesterday

It was the third day

A day not truly wanted nor liked

But was awaited for the beauties it beheld

Snow, which fell from the heavens like soft packages of hope

Cold, Icy, and so very soft

There he was, in a black bed

The giant comforter over his cold body

A smile that held passion and with eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks

And his hands, were almost like ice to the touch

As Midas made beautiful gold, he made the soft snow

It was the last day

A day so beautiful and bright,

Yet so somber and teary

With the sun, peaking out of the clouds

Asking for someone told hold in his arms

There was a room

A room so quiet and cold

An opened window, with the day brushing in

No white chair, no black bed

But one red lily laying on a table, instead