Vacancies of Time

I wanted then to shout in glee
The golden morn that greeted me
And sisters, brothers  six were we
Beneath the tender shades of emerald skies
Under jade green trees.

The variegated shades of lime green scenes
Pickled and preserved in pretty bell jars of hoarding
minds, shelved away from heat and light
Waiting half a lifetime whilst we grew blind

To love, to hope, to holding hands
Little Robin Hoods in merry bands
Off to granny's house across the hill
We were six lively Jacks and Jills.

Our preserves of love over time turned sour
The green skies turned dark with our darkest hours
One moved away farther than human reach
Her mere shell, a discarded Conch,
In sand encrusted unknown beach.

And quietly one by one dear held hands unchained
To far off shores traipsed our thoughtless merry men
Christmas cards were all we exchanged
Eventually we forgot to mine
Our memory's richest veins.

I received this letter yesterday
Blind eyes grew globes of vision again
Of a little sister who was now no more
Oh my six sweet siblings!
Now we are four.

The eldest daughter of aged parents gone
I sat down in silence that sang its forlorn song
Speaking louder than beating heart
This world is the meeting place for unique souls
Before we part.

And under the magic morning sun
By shades of memories trees bygone
Let us open the charmed doors of love again
Four to honor the gang of six brethren.

The same places never stay the same
Love evolves while static is empty pain
Stars shine on and the moon softly smiles
Under the sun our hearts unite for
A  little while.
An oasis of space,
A brief occupancy in endless
Vacancies of time.

We are now overweight and slow
Our eyes dimmed our bones fragile
Yet with hearts aglow
We can now only perform mental somersaults
Our love tempered by wisdom
We reach out for one another
Grave embraces before time's safekeeping
In oblivion's vaults.

© Amrita Valan 2015