Descent

It's today that I sit on a ground
and feel the tremors beneath my feet
with a withered rose
that you gave me on my birthday.
You see, I've been climbing a mountain.
I climbed and climbed
just because you asked me to.
You took my hand and I held onto it,
and so began my very descent.
I remember the Waterfall mountains
and I remember the July's cold breeze.
I remember the jazz of your laughter
and I remember the symphony
of our hands clinging together.
Though I shall not hear these melodies again
and though I shall not see the rose that I have
blossom again,
I know I have travelled the light years of love
whose shades shall forever shelter me within.
And you my love, shall one day fall asleep
with me in your heart.
So until then, you must stand beneath the mountain
I've climbed alone
and bid me farewell from afar
because you let me walk away blindfolded
right from our very beginning.

Asima - 10th February 2010