And Then You Die…

treetops

I found love.

It sprouted along the treetops. My new top priority, she caught me with her latin mami, steez. Sun touched, swinging through the leaves, arm in arm, twisting up the vines. We hopped from branch to branch, a touch of the divine.

Two birds that belonged together. Nestled, long, under each other. The day drew to dusk with everything still in place.  In God we trust, closing my eyes with an image of her face.  But the following morning, only brought mourning. Never knew what was in store, two birds no more. One alone and it shown. Heavy-hearted, black feathered, for the dearly departed. I’d fallen in love, but then I died…

I found love.

Watched you three be birthed. Three angels touched down on earth. Best friends, to be, dive and tumble. Bumble and just be, tossing laughter into the sky, bounce, bounce, trampoline and fly.

We caught Jovian rain with a rocking hug, climbing dreams in Malaysia, on imagination, floating to the ground. Your voices a joyous sound, echo and resound off youth with no awareness of limitations.

We found hiding places in Brazil, counting with eyes closed in Madagascar – whisked away, laughed and played. Frozen tag and lemon-head laughs – we laid in the grass among the stars – I’m forgetful. The feelings and memories never coming undone.

But I’m afraid, I have to let you all know, I have to say goodbye and let you all go.   Heavy-hearted, pour out a drink for the dearly departed. I’d fallen in love, but then I died…

Never more terrified. Not because of the unknown, nor the loss of life. No more struggle. No more strife. But for the jewels I’m leaving behind, on the other side of time.

Just as the shit was getting good,
It was then that I died,
Traveled into the Sky.

by malakhai jones
(C) Copyright 2016

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22 Comments

  1. “Three angles touched down to earth”–are these angels your children, M? I wondered because we writers always have bits and pieces of ourselves tucked inside our words.
    Beautiful imagery…beautiful word flow. I enjoyed.

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