evolution

death strolled among us
drenched in the faded afternoon light,
when the sunlight heavily filtered
by tree branches looked already
like a remembrance in itself.

nobody seemed to take notice
and even I was surprisingly serene,
as if its presence was a natural and flowing
guitar melody, strumming its poetry
and beauty,
its natural pulse,
one you could abandon yourself sweetly
like a child surrenders to play.

in moments like these one could just let go,
the gentlest of waves, motherly,
let go happy and calm,
with a sense of satisfied closure,
relief maybe,
and off we went, off we went
as in the song,
leaving the fake solemnities of our flesh behind,
filled with an inmense love
that happened to always have been out there
and we just did not take notice at all,
busy as we were with our non-eventful little lives.

death was there and nobody was scared,
there were these tiny specks floating around
when you look at the sunlight, you know,
and children were playing.

I shed a tear only, but of pure joy,
I wanted to run to her crying "mother, mother"