Mud Face

Return the pure soil, which taste so sweet to fill
My memories. Faces covered in filth, like dark
Demons in daylight. Playing with earth or sand
And build a whole new world of imaginations.

The sand and stones have moved away or blown
Away from the face of the earth. Where I stand now,
My feet don’t fit. Has the place changed or have
I grown out of this place.

I can hear the crickets singing the night song,
Floating over the sky and stars shining to its every
Beat, even the moon showed it’s half-face to listen
In. But I can’t hear anything more now, am I gone deaf
Or the crickets can’t sing anymore, either was the
Magic died away.

Drops of rain fell for the first time, in a lifetime,
We ran out to feel the gentle tears of clouds
Against our cheeks and even dancing in the rain
For a life’s joy. We build boats to sail into the
Muddy ocean, all blown away. Now they all
Stand in shelter, fearing that they might get a cold.

Look, I see someone, over there, with words of
Wisdom and tales told, before my eyes would drown
Into the night behold. But I don’t see anyone here
Anymore, only to hear a child cry, to break his
Silence.

Nothing, nothing left here, the end has come.
Yet I see a child about one and half,
Hands and face covered in mud and eating a stone.
Perhaps, the past is still young, with
The sun shining on its mud face.