Hilario Poem by Shelton Chiuswa

As the sunsets over the horizon, a crimson tide of orange caresses my eyes.
The warm air of the range toggles my body whole,
Brown grass dancing elusivley with the whistling wind
A tear drop kisses my cheeks, a numbness evades my spririt, as my body feels elusive.
I gaze on my bed, a coldness as of a winter night,
Face fickles thaw with the sight of that dark place
The echoes cry on, the never ending echoes speed through the darkness.

When I close my eyes let me remember her warm smile,
That voice, a harmony in my ears so joyus and rich with love,
Tell her I lived for her and no one else,
If I die before I wake remember the good times and always the meaningless fights
If I die before I wake take me to the mountain and scatter me there for I was born in the mountains among kings of old.
If I die before I wake tell them I loved them truly deeply madly

But always remember, If I die before I wake I have run my race,
The horses tire and the chariot awaits my board.
Alas forget me not, if you miss me look in the mirror.