And the Red gains more grace
When it gets on your finger nails
She showed him how much
The life can get bright
Played with light and the eyes
And then left him blind
He loved her and thus
Chose the darkness prime
Started for the extreme
The opposite end of light
And in the pursuit
He left the rising sun behind
On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers,
I was waiting for you, my dear, with a church prayer,
That dream-chasing Sunday morning,
The chariot of my sadness returned without you.
Ever since then, Sundays are always sad,
Tears are my drink, and sorrow is my bread…
Last Sunday, my dear, please come along,
There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth.
Even then flowers will be awaiting you, flowers and coffin.
Under blossoming trees my journey shall be the last.
My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time,
Do not be afraid of my eyes as I am blessing you even in my death…
Pic: Church Of Our Lady Of The Immaculate Conception, Goa
Words: English Translation of Laszlo Javor’s lyrics.
Though it happens daily,
But today when the sun left,
Many stories he left unfinished.
Several stories he took away with him,
And few others he painted,
With a different ending.
Let me tell you something, my friend.
Hope is a dangerous thing!
~ Ellis Boyd ‘Red’ Redding
(The Shawshank Redemption, 1994)