The copper beaches

As the room

Lost its gloom

To the candles and to the oils

The windows panned

The soul to the darkness

And the doors opened

The roads to the burials

I have this memory

Lost and found

In the cracks on the walls

I have this desire

Hidden under the carpets

I take them out

From the darkness

To the darkness

From the hopelessness

To the nothingness

From being forgotten

To being alone

From the rivers

To the the seas

I bring back that memory

I relive that desire

Of being a child

Counting the ships

Building the castles

Playing with the waves

On the beaches of happiness.

As the room

Lost its gloom

To the candles and oils

This nature kindles a light

In me,

In me for this last walk.

-Aroon Che