The souvenir.

The wind blowing as heavy as a sigh
Like a subdued whisper budges me to fly.
For it’s your day,
They say
You don’t want me to linger.
But I have got the night to remember
Etched in there, like a souvenir.

And it’s your day, they say.
So, I move myself out of your sight.
And Let all the dreams reframe.
Yes, I have lived the night.
Neath those stars, so tranquil and serene.

And now it’s time, I bid “good”bye.
Now’s the time I shall fly.
Away from the ocean, the night, the glistening shrimps.
I so Wish I could catch that “one last glimpse”.

But there’s no more pain.
The sun is bright,
And the clouds drape around, so soft.
While I journey through the skies aloft.
I still see your face in those cottony clouds
And hear those voices dumb aloud.

Then I shut myself from the world outside
Coz the voices seemed to loudly deride.

It’s just my breath and the clock’s tickin’,
I found my soulful peace within.
And I still got that night to remember
Etched in there, like a souvenir.