our story

stories will be writ
        until no one would read,
sometimes, is it too much to question---
is there nothing more to this story,
        than to smile, to laugh,
        to weep, to grieve,
        to love, to die?
to taste every crisp moment,
to feel every painful blow,
to witness every joyful bliss
to smell pungent colours of defeat
to rise above pettiness
to be filled with hope
        as twilight comes
        know dawn surely follows,
        Sol shall live again!
is that not what makes this journey exciting?
        to see what happens next
        turn the page!
a new chapter begins,
        the same smile echoes
        the same laughter heard,
love as potent as yesteryear's
grief as heart wrenching,
death as powerful
        amidst background as colorful
        as vibrant as all our yesterdays,
on occasion something is born,
        story becomes dimmer,
        sometimes brighter---
        either way, story becomes richer,
        we evolve,
at the core--- today's story is yesterday's
        we grow, we endure
        until storytellers are no more,
the book is complete!
        we cease to be,
        we become memory
        for someone else we hope would read,
and their story and our story intertwined
        becomes richer,
        because they knew we,
and so goes on
until there are no more stories
        to writ and read,
i hope that will never pass,
        what an empty universe that be,