December First,
you sit inside the plane
— a guest
a V.I.P. so cool, so breezy
everyone has been waiting for

To see, to feel, to experience
your smile and and all your grandeur,
     the sparkling clothes
     with the matching high heels
     and your elegant make-up

Oh *December First
You are the galaxies
— that hold the precious stars
the gift of light, of joy
everyone has been longing for

We groom ourselves
and bring out the treasures,
      the pennies we've worked so hard for
We grab our cameras and rush
Parade our way to where you land
Our eager eyes and reopened hearts
are now ready for all your surprise

Amuse us, make us drunk in love
We'll take a shot of you
Come so fast, so grand, so—
*touch down
—whoa!

Oh dear December First,
So you arrive at last!

To the one that got away:

                  I paint a rainbow everyday
                  with the tears I shed
                  and the sunshine I reckon
                  caressing my face

To the one that writes the poems:

                 *One day, someday
                  the night in your words will be filled
                  with the stars of tomorrow
                  Reckon you’ll be okay

Sitting.
Inside a four walled place

building another made-up space
where the voice of reality is
a background melody
as I sing to the lyrics of you
from my memory

Smiling.
Unconsciously I look like a fool

directing another romantic film
where you’re still meant to be, the one
that revives each part of me
that has died long time ago
in the graveyard of your memory

Daydreaming.
Writing words I wish you would say

and painting images I hope would stay
Still inside this made-up space
where we move in a very graceful pace
towards where you and I are the reality
towards creating memories of our destiny