Wonder

I wonder...
Past the blue, and past the white. Around the sun, and out of the galaxy. Maybe there is a place, just like ours. Worse or even better. Prettier or nastier. With things, living or not, who roam around this mysterious place. They may dance or sing, or talk or walk, slither or slime.
I wonder some more...
Maybe in this world of mysterious things, they think or ponder. They may cry or weep, or skip and smile. What do they look like, what do they sound like. Who are they?
I wonder one last time...
Maybe on this different far away world, they are thinking of us. Of who we are, what we do, how we live. And maybe they look into the sky of stars, and see a twinkle, that is ours...



~Bri:)

And So He Didn't

One of the most significant and consequential moments, takes place in the end. The last moments of your life. When you're at the finish line. We all experience it. You, me, and even him. This is his finish line.

He laid there, wrapped in his covers, warm in his bed,  staring at the blank space in the ceiling. It was late, almost midnight. The rain poured outside, pattering on the roof. All else, was silent. With his head resting on his pillow, he pondered of all his adventure, his mistakes, and achievements in his life. The people he had met, and the ones he had forgotten. All this clumped together into his soul, that made him. He turned over to his wife, that lied deep in her dreams, right by his side. He remembers her chocolate brown curls that bounced perfectly upon her shoulders on their first date at the carnival, all those years ago. And the time he first held her soft dainty hands beneath the maple tree. And the call he got during work, announcing that she was going in labor with their first child. Thinking back on the feeling and the rush he encountered while cradling his newborn son, taking in every pulse of his tiny beating heart. His head so round and perfect like a full moon on a cloudless night. He remembered the tingling smell, that tickled his nose that was sweet like honey, and soft like clouds. He then recalled looking into his wifes crystal blue eyes that haunted him of warmth and intimacy, that he will never forget. He did not know what he would do without her, and this new bundle of life that now depended on him.

Now here he was, a 75 year old man with ashen colored hair that was combed precisely to the left side. Satisfied and fulfilled . All he wanted in life, he had strived for, and ended up with. He was happy. Although the past months, filled with limping around with an old wooden cane, and needing three people to help get him out of bed, had burdened him, he was happy. He wondered about yesterday and notioned about tomorrow. He closed his heavy weighed eyes and fell through the portal of his thoughts. Dreaming of a forest, with trees as tall as mountains, its leaves a glowing green. The flowers, as bright as the sun, beaming with life and safety. Animals of all species roamed across the fresh cut grass, purely and gracefully. He stood there in his dream looking at all the beauty and the color that flourished the fresh clean air. In this dream that he dreamed, he felt young and vibrant like he did on that day at the carnival, all those years ago.

He had found his safe haven. A place where no darkness existed, only serenity and blithe.  So he wished upon the stars that floated in the mystic sea above him, asking only that he could stay there forever. He also wished and pleaded that his wife could find it too, and that once she did, they could live there till the end of time. Until there were no more stars to count. He didn’t want to wake up. And so he didn’t.




~Bri:)