Red Wings flying over a sunset

The soft gentle flow grates on the exterior,
enticing and seducing the drowned roots into submission.
The passive echo lingers like a semitone in a cacophonous melody.
An echo of a soft, gentle history forever lost in oblivion, the recreated unknown.
The past possessed tears, smiles and pain.
But the present and the future promise, through gnarling teeth, wealth, 'order and progress',
dressed in shades of prosperity and hope.
Our reality skates on uncertain waves,
battling, retreating, fighting, giving up.
This is the lie, our waves come and pass,
Our nights of passion and suffering continue,
Our days of fear and manipulation reoccur.
This is the lie,
Our world.
Red wings flying over a sunset to a pitiful home

To Adam:

That eternal fire will never scatter Adam,
Not even all those tears we've shed could put it out.
Your wings carried you away,
Strengthened by that light.
And the wind will carry our love to you always.
A song, a skateboard brings you back to us,
planting echoes in our hearts.
I can't explain what I lost with you,
Nor can tears bring you back.
So I will smile and remember.
I will take you with me,
and I will respect everyone, just as you did.

Happy New Year Adam!

"Porque también somos lo que hemos perdido"
'We are also what we have lost'