The Rattle of Mortality

 

 

 

 

The rattle of mortality will crawl through the veins of the trees of your garden and all your flowers will wither away.

 

 

 

All the lush appearance of your garden will be reduced to the realm of wrinkles and wilting.

 

 

 

All the tree leaves will fall and succumb to the stormy winter winds, casting them anywhere.

 

 

 

Over the years, the winter's tears will paint the walls of our homes with the color of sorrow,

 

 

 

and the hue of the mournful departure will cover our doorways.

 

 

 

When the days pass, the streets and lanes will forget us, and they will be mindful of another ones,

 

 

 

just as they forget the ones who preceded us.

 

 

 

The ones who used to pursue their dreams on these roads before.

 

 

 

When the days pass, the walking faces in the streets will not pay the slightest attention towards us,

 

 

 

and the old faces will never be met again.

 

 

 

Since they will be assigned to the realm of oblivion where they may be more fortunate,

 

 

 

since the oblivion may show more care.

 

 

 

Even the places that used to witness our romantic encounters will be demolished.

 

 

 

They will be unceremoniously torn down and replaced triumphantly with new ones.

 

 

 

The new ones that will mock our defeat by the passing of time,

 

 

 

as if they have granted the assignment of immortality by their imaginary partial favorable Fate.

 

 

 

The passage of time will steal the glimmer of happiness from our eyes,

 

 

 

and will replace it with the gloomy darkness of grief,

 

 

that will have been accumulated over our eyes for years.

 

 

 

The passage of time will steal the mellow songs of hope from our hearts,

 

 

 

and replace them with the mournful sad songs of wailing despair,

 

 

 

and the lonely nights will show a gloating smile on their sordid faces,

 

 

 

when the spiteful nights see our defenselessness,

 

 

 

because of the gradual creepy internal demolishing, caused by the passage of years.

 

 

 

But your youthful beauty will stay forever roaming our old streets,

 

 

 

calling upon our previous joyful lives behind the ancient dilapidated walls.

 

 

 

Your everlasting beauty will keep gaining its renewed youth from the auspicious rays of the sun.

 

 

 

The rejuvenating light of hope that always shines on your angelic countenance everyday.

 

 

 

The light of hope that fills your heart,

 

 

 

and will make your eternal youth continue to laugh merrily at our old meeting places.

 

 

 

Because your eternal youth is my everlasting love, 

 

 

 

and my eternal love for you will never ever fade away.