Last day to stare at the pictures on the wall
store them away in our memories;
to gaze at these faces and
hear their laughter.
The moon songs play until another season.
Summer is ending;
time for reckoning is here.
We knew these days are temporary
and we are impermanent too.
Like a single breath is forever lost
so are the million sands at our feet.
Our hearts have gone missing.
When did the fear come creeping in?
We stand at the edge of the cliff,
hands entwined into the unknown.
But life is not a sad story
even if we only get handfuls of
bliss and boundless dreams —
the moments of disappointments and solitude,
of smiles and tears,
those sleepless nights and bonfire stories.
For in them, we take our chances.
We create our stories. We live.