His Last Thoughts…

There he sat,
On the cliff of his untamed thoughts ,
Leaning against the boulder of his fears ,
And looking down upon the vast ocean of his memories.

His eyes were different ,
For they were colored with the harsh color of reality ;
A color which bore the ideals of sacrifice ,
A color which bore the ideals of indomitable courage.

The ocean seemed to be pleasant ,
Disturbed , sometimes , by the waves of unhappy times.
There were a few islands floating on it,
Evergreen with the soulful hours of his past.

He wished to travel to those islands , if possible ,
Taking the small boat of time ,
And relive those tantalizing moments of history ,
Which were inscribed deep within his heart.

But , he knew , that he would lose in his aim ,
For , the curse of impossibility would forbid him in his quest ,
And he would have to return with a hollow mind,
Which would be sucked off its hopes and joy.

He knew he would be at war,
At war with his death in a few days ;
And so , he wanted to live the days which remained in this birth ,
With the memories he had cherished throughout his life.

He looked at the calm sky above , flying high with its clouds ;
And dreamt of living the final moments to that limit ,
For he still had some counted days in his destiny ,
Whose precious branches could merge to form the tree of a lifetime.