“Last night I lost the world, and gained the universe.”
―C. JoyBell C.

This is my tribute to yesterday. A day in time that’s miles and miles away, past the misty land of memories, past the desert of broken dreams whose sand is finer than the finest dust, past any turn around or any possibility to rewrite history.  This is my tribute to a day when the sun rose to illuminate the uncontained expression of love over the grand landscape of my heart and I was king over a world that existed outside the limits conceived by the mind.  At midnight feasts we drank the wine by candlelight, intoxicated by our own laughter and by the free fall of a spiraling flight towards the center of the universe, where we reside. I used to say: “The water needs the earth to have a home and be forever contained in its endless embrace”.

When I was king, demons would haunt my kingdom in the sky. Sometimes, the light of a smile, the belief that we could overcome anything, would shutter the darkness. Other times the dawn would never come.

But the victories made everything possible, stopped time from passing, bent the fabric of the cosmos and redefined heaven in the image of man.

When I was king I soared and crushed a thousand times. I lived an immortal’s life. I have known love and lust, and what it means to die.  I held the beating heart of another man in the palm of my hand and had all the riches of the world in my arms.

One day, the sun forgot to rise and, in the darkness, I lost my way to the castle in the sky; my armour cracked and the demons won.

This is the story of a king without a land, or a place in time. No castle ruins to mark the spot where the chambers of the heart were filled with love and light. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Every bird eventually becomes the echo of its flight.

For one last time, before I turn away and the future, full of promise and ghosts, envelops the past, I bow my head to yesterday.