A Spring-time Lullaby.

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You put your head on the soft pillow, face sullen and pale, hair stiff and coarse. The room is humid and stale, its air filled with old fragrances that have lived seasons after seasons, till it had lost sense of time, something an old lady would lament about.

The curtains are drawn but I know, that with just a swish, the room may come to life. So, I leave your head on the pillow, gracefully gravitated with misery and hopelessness, and I stand up, taking swift steps towards the window.

As my fingers grasp the curtains, my arm moves to the side and the sight of a full-bellied moon greets our eyes. It is mildly coloured like a diamond, its light is subtle yet overflowing. And though it's dark at night, the room somehow gets illuminated by the moonlight's presence. It's enough. It's more than we could ever ask for.

Your head tilts to the right and eyes gaze lovingly towards the moon. I look at you and wonder how much you still need to know about our world. I wonder how much colours need to be poured into that life of yours, to brim it with love and thrill and.. hope.

I lay near you and caress your cold cheek. I tell you to look at the moon and whisper to you, to your eyes, to droop. You mumble a simple, tired smile and I allow that faint voice of mine to echo in ripples.

I lean in close and whisper:

"Though your eyes are closed and the world is a black canvass, the world before you is roaring with life. Tomorrow, the sun will rise, the sky will turn golden-peach like your favorite fruit tea. The birds will chirp sweeter, conversing in melodies you will learn to understand. Their beaks will be busy, carrying thin branches of ivy, flying over to the empty, barren branches to build their nests, to paint their beautiful homes. The mist will curl near the trees and the dry, yellow blades of grass. It will condense and lie upon the approaching warmth, creating miracles and wonders. It will make the earth brim with energy and force. The buds of dandelions, crocuses and roses will rise and rise, like the moon on this starry night.
Tomorrow, a million things will come to life. And amid the many things, there will be you. You will wake up with a warm smile and greet the world. You will take the very first steps and soak your soul underneath the warm sunlight. You will feel the breeze. Your hair will rustle like the leaves. You will laugh and feel light pierce through the unknown broken pieces of you. The light will shine through and you'll be my beautiful spring-time rainbow."

The air in the room gets fresher all of a sudden and your breaths are deep; a translation of joy. Slowly, I lay my head on your chest and allow the silence to transform into a prayer. A prayer for a spring to meet the oceans of your eyes, creating the miracles they would, only given the chance to collide.

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