The Boy From May
Dated: 31st of December 2022
Sandra peeped out the window, at the flakes that adorned the hillside
Eyes housed her tears that fell on the panes with noise that was slight
Her heart was heavy, her eyes were tired
Nineteen year old Sandra, still, felt perplexed
She looked forward to a brighter tomorrow, which, never was, dark
She frowned at the bitter today which actually, was lighted by a spark
She was cold, she was quiet, lost in her thoughts of good people
Until she heard a knock that was feeble
“The light’s here. Let me in. It’s cold outside. I’m here for you.”
She looked up, the eyes, still wet, shone like sun kissed dew
Sandra, opened her window to find a gleaming entity
Bedecked by apparels that seemed magical and silvery
His eyes had a divine light
Gaze capable of blinding the sight
Held his palms near her eyes to catch every tear that fell
He asked, “Is this what they call glitter? They say it shines and shines and is housed within the eyes. Will you tell?”
She replied, “These are the precious embellishments of the eyes that show up only when we’re all alone
Since you're here, they would soon refuse to show up. Whatever you are, leave me alone
You seem to be a young school boy trying to play a prank.”
He smiled, “I’m young. I’m the light. I have come to collect your glitter and carve a beacon to guide you through the dark.”
He looked up and the opaque ceiling turned to glass
He nodded his head in assurance
“You asked God for something?”
“I wanted to see the future so that I don’t cry on New Year’s Eve. I came a long way and yet God delayed the best thing.”
He smiled, gently swayed his delicate fingers
Opened a flower decked gateway that shone with bright rays
“That’s summer. That’s May. You’ll go alone. Even if I want I can’t be with you. I was told to gift this doorway to you.” he replied
“May? Is it a doorway? But why just May?” she asked
“I am the Boy from May. Every snowy December, when the angels see the glitter of the eyes, they send me. They said that what you, dear Sandra, wish for now, God shall send in May.” he said
Sandra’s heart paced, her radiant black tresses shimmered with the magical tint
Her elegant blue coat and the white scarf seemed to glint
She stepped into the doorway, into the May sunshine, she walked a mile
To feel that it was warm, it was fragrant and it was blissful
She saw the garden full of flowers that bloomed and swayed with the breeze
She saw her window panes that reflected the sun’s eternal rays
Flung open the door to her room to find papers and messages
They read, “Finally, you made it.” “We’re proud of our girl and her talents.”
Without a conscious thought, forgot that she had entered the future, she had entered May
She rushed down the stairs, eyes full of joy and tears, yet she smiled and smiled for it was a beautiful summer day
Embraced everything that was dear to her, recalled the face of every person who had carved her
Looked up at the ceiling that again became lighter and lighter
Finally turned to glass and she again looked up
She looked for God, for her angels, for the Boy from May and the doorway that showed the way to her endeavours beyond up
Found a letter from“Boy from May”, across the hallway
That read, “Dear Sandra, you didn’t make it to the future on a winter day. Your glitters won’t mean delays or setbacks, they would mean that you made through it all, that you persevered. Whenever those glitters fall, just close your eyes, think of the angels or me, and to you, I shall make my way.”
Sandra looked back and forth
Closed her eyes and thought
Of the young boy with divine lights
With the childlike smile and vibrant eyes
He appeared and bid her adieu with a promise to arrive later in time
Smiled and flew away to knock at another window pane that housed tears in the winter time
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