Vision of the future

I was born through the whispered wish of angel purple clouds draped my newborn sky I tasted dreams in chocolate ice-cream swirls the tender embrace of bruised knees and flushed cheeks guided me through childhood I soared high on a second-hand bike my grandpa’s smile a beacon of joy as I reached for the sky in the swing amidst the trees he tenderly planted their leaves the hue of my favourite sunsets. Pink rose petals glistened in the morning dew amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the distant crow of a sleepy roaster; My most cherished dawns. My best friend's laughter the distant memory of a rusty bell books crammed on the kitchen table, as I chased after the dreams of my youth. My sister's joyous voice always danced through our home a carefully woven protection spell, over my childhood memories. My father's care; silent invisible ink steadily carrying me through every dream I was too scared to chase. my mother's kiss; countless angels whispering wishes through the universe. Love’s strongest soldier shielding my heart in her tender hug. I grew up, blissfully unaware, of the world that lay dying outside my window. Of those empty homes and dry souls blue light screens, and red dead hearts changing as fast as touch images of carnage forestalling the future my fearsome reminders of adulthood. My grandma's prayers still linger, hidden, under my skin, my divine shield against encroaching shadows guarding off the darkness, lacing hope, into the very fibres of my bones. every thirteen billion years in the realm of nothingness a universe blooms. Hold on.