ALONG CAME YOU!

When fire and ice spoke in unison and warned me of a storm so full,

When purple grapes turned sweeter and sweeter and bees fought harder for honey and the moon,

When angry birds grew tired of doom and sang lullabies, I'd written for you.

Along came you.

I saw trees burning from down below,

And seasons wailing or crying in hope ,

of something that would shake those mighty shores.

And let autumn play its windy chores.

When peace was but two cards I'd hold.

Along came you.

There were those stars you'd write about and 

the all the dirt you would turn to gold,

I'd known angels could fly and that skies could turn dirty mellow.

That dragons could smile and winds could taste just like dew.

Along came you.

You named our little boy 'Khaish',

And I loved him for you and I.

You forgot his name ,

And told me to think of a time Khaish wouldn't want to be in.

Resistance was touch ,

And you were a fraction of those dreams.

I would search for Khaish and you'd read me the first line of your story.

I'd look for bulbs that were red but they would never seem to bloom.

So I wrote your name.

And I wrote it again.

Along came things you could never partake in.

Along came your words.

And set me free.

But was it only the next morning I  realized,

You were everything but a dream.

I tried to pull those thoughts together,

to carve you out of nothing.

I would change my mind a little too much,

for Khaish would tell me to let it rest.

That some bulbs aren't meant to bloom,

Like those stories you loved too much to complete.

I'd coddle him to bed on those sleepless nights,

And wonder what ink you use - to write.

I'd wrestle with you in my own personal war,

between the 'reality' and what Khaish would have me doubt.

I'd keep pictures of you in strange places ,

I'd cling to Decembers and the words you'd scrawl from a million miles away.

"Hello", you'd say, 

"You must be different!"

I'd wonder if I was a part of your soul in another lifetime.

For that was the only explanation to your pull ,even when you'd let me go.

Specially then.

Probably Khaish knows.

For he was your very first child.

The Magic of your words.

Someone I know you couldn't let go.

And so the wait for when you come back for him.

And take from me, what you know to be already yours.

Already Ours.