Resurrection

Dying.

Can I breathe life into your withered soul?

Silence.

Can you hear the leaves breathe?

Serenity.

Can you hear my heart beat?

Calm.

Can you feel my hands on your icy skin?

Silent.

Are you comfortable now?

Rain.

Can you feel the silent drops cleanse your soul?

Dreams.

Are you dreaming already, of you and me?

Waves.

Can you feel the strength of the wall we’ve built?

Singing.

Eulogies sung in the name of our eternal love.

Hope.

Do you remember how it was to be unloved anymore?

Laughter.

You, me, little secrets, only for our hearts to know.

Memories.

Indelible, uncountable, yet each so precious.

Love.

Do you feel what I feel right now?

Living.

Withered no more, I can see your soul soar, free, happy, with me.