Changes

I lay in the field of daffodils watching the clouds pass by for hours.

The warmth of the afternoon breeze is gradually engulfed

By the refreshing and cool evening wind.

It brushes my bare skin preventing the drops of sweat

From trickling down my forehead.

The clouds like cotton candy balls dance their way through life,

Fluttering the free sky.

My white dress frolics with the wind, playing with the gentle molecules.

It is surprising that my weightless body is still stranded --

On this chaotic ground,

Not soaring in the breezing as my angelic voice sings songs never heard before.

 The yellow daffodils turn flaxen as the sky falls into depression,

Weeping over its monotonous routine.

Colours fill the sky, blending and amalgamating into splendid shades.

Each mixture was a love story of its own,

How baby pink fell in love with tangerine at first sight,

To form a coral-coloured child.

I wondered how love can change one's life.

Why have I not found love?

The bright sun and blatant moon fought for minutes,

Ineffable colours darted across the sky like arrows on the battlefield.

The battle was clearly won --

As an arrow of purple pierced through the sun's heat and the moon rose victorious.

I twirled a delicate strand of hair,

The silver circle waved to its subjects after the victory.

The moon has never shone this bright,

It's always been lusterless like an unavoidable blob in the darkness.

Tonight was special and unique --

I never felt this serene in my ordinary mismanaged day.

But after, the moon made busy New York sleep, nothing is impossible.

The smell of fresh silence entered my nostrils,

I was overtaken by goosebumps as I felt each cell in my body transmute.

I hummed a soothing melody my mom sang to me every night

Before she was lost --

The song was like the sunset,

The mismatching of words to form a meaningful story.

I hoped today I could forget,

Lose the memory of her shrieking screaming as the doctor injected her.

Her face was hot red, she twisted in unbearable pain,

Life was slowly sucked from her loving soul.

 Drops of salty water formulated in my eyes

The ambiguous thoughts flooded my brain.

Tears began to roll down my freckled cheeks

Wiping them was no use

Eventually, they would become waterfalls.

Living without life support is not possible and thus I give up.

I jam my burning eyes shut, having no hopes for the devastating days.