The Story under an Oak - The Moon

While one side of my soul sees the souls siting on these tombs, waiting for families
Looking at these mourning kid and woman
Sharing the pain yet unable to comfort
The other side of my soul look at the other side of their souls
I see the departed sharing the memories with each other
Well, the families and friends dont remember no more
Why not build relationships among the graves?
Atleast, they dont feel leftover and lonely
I see this man, handsome and bold
I wonder who is waiting for.
He tells the kid about the beautiful days when he was young just like him
The tales go on and on. Tales of struggles, joy, betrayal, pain, Love, family, honesty, religion.
He says, live a good life. A life worth remembering. It dont have to be written in books
Nor made into a film. Just a simple good life worth writing in some random poems no one reads
Worth inspiring a young heart no one understands
The kid listens on and on and on
While the clouds just move on
The night fell, the stars and the Moon lit up the sky
While the man kept on with his stories, the kid started reciprocating
Pointing at the starts, one after teh other
Drawing some figures connecting the tiny starts
Surprisingly, the man knew exactly what he was talking about.
While they were exchanging some laughs,
I saw what looked like time growing on the back of this kid
It looked like wings, bigger with each moment
Until they were large enough to take him away from the man into the skies
I wonder what it meant. The laughter soon stopped and the Man was talking all to himself
Ah the woman, she looks at the tomb, holding the wings closer to her heart
I see the wings in her heart and in her womb
There she sits in silence, reminiscing.
I wonder if the tears are a result of pain or joy
Is that even one woman I wonder?
Well, don't we all represent multiple beings?
The Man looks at her, does he remember anything? Why the saddened look I ask?
He says, how long will you write these
Your wings, they are about to reach the limit!
Come sit with me and tell me about those starts you were talking about!
Tell her it will all be over soon. Tell the Women, the clouds will move on.
The Sun wont stop shining and showing a path.
And finally the Rooster stops Crowing as the Moon takes over the Sun and the Snake crawls back into the hole.

It will all end when the poems will be read in remembrance!