just a story

I watched in a trance, as the red sun

Descended the purple sky.
The angels, on the clouds they stood
Watching the swans, in their glee, fly.

There was a wait and a silence long-felt,

When the clouds in a curve knelt

And the lord stared indifferently at us,
This issue is not for mortals' care.

The boy with the book at my side was lost

Maybe the world in that book was not worst

The cat knew it too for on his leg, she curled

And we alone stood gazing - 

my eyes and that drowning pearl.

The heavens went dark 

And the day soon died

The book, the cat and I aside.