Friday, February 27, 2009

A Minute Of Melancholy

photo taken in Malapascua Island

The night is young
I lie awake unstrung.
How long would it take me to gather up the pieces long way have been separated?
When will this emptiness be filled?
The pervasive sound of lovely music enchants yet deafens me.
Seeing memories obliviously;
Never recalling moments of a wondrous past.
Each tictok is a companion of a gush of breath,
a sigh of unrelief and inevitable break of tears.
Wandering with endless pace;
Chasing solitude away.
Take me away from the vastness of the desert,
Meet me through the valleys and

Let us share the sunshine and the spring.

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