Glow

[Instructions: Listen to “M83 - Moonchild”]

Glow Last night I had a dream. The skies were a bright red hue, The clouds were dark where they loomed. A nuclear war engulfed the earth in a cocoon. The school gates were the thresholds that held us within, I was in my old elementary school, there were kids I remember from back then, But at the ages I last knew and many I met in high school. I moved through them on the concrete pavement slow and surreal, Taking in the atmosphere and the energy of my peers. They did varies things, played basketball on the courts, Jump roped or climbed the jungle gyms like I would once do. The energy was peaceful as the slow motion blurs and movements, Complimented the slow ashes that fell from the red hued sky above. There was nothing more than peaceful times; Peaceful memories that my mind would play. But when I woke I realized that schools no more and the people I’ve known are all but gone. These thoughts are all but drowned out. Then I realized I knew, That as we grow old, we forget, we move on and overwrite, Dematerialize our memories and the states of our minds. We forget therefore we do not care, about others, Or those we once thought we’d remember forever. But I guess that’s for the better best; the better ending to this bitter test. The end is near as the red hue glows, the safe confides gone, the gates are no more. The atomic wave wipes through the elementary school, So I walk into the shadow of the valley of… whatever lies ahead. But I am not afraid, because the memories I once remembered, Are not so clear anymore, and that’s the way I prefer them to stay. Into the darkness, the red hue fades away.

Anthony K. Rosales