Requiem

Who will sing or play my requiem? The thought of death came to my mind a couple of days back, in sleep, in a dream. After a day of insignificance, wandering mind thinking of the lost ones, on a day that ended in a speechless me and the death of my smile with the unseen sunset hiding behind the dark clouds. In trying simplicity, I have complicated things so much that the thought of death clouded my beautiful, white, snow covered valley though which I often take my long walks. I wasn't prepared for what was to come, yet it took place uncontrolled and unabated. I shut my mouth and killed all the enthusiasm within me. Don't know why? Don't know why? I don't need an answer. All I want is my white snow, clear, radiating on a sunny day until the sun sets throwing the shadows of stripped trees. My sleep, laden with enchanting dreams.