death awaits last of the embers and the hearth is numbed by sleet barren by midwinter's breath leaving only the stubs underneath the smoke that is reaching out to the clouds in hopes of Sol's fiery wreath
yet He remains hidden and the smoke begins to fade the hearth completely freezes over while the stubs continue to withstand cruel Winter's escapade
perhaps it is similar to the kinship of the moon to the wolf a coincidental narrative that most would rather acknowledge as a frolic of fate where they add tenor to what does not exist at all – continuing to thrive on speculation and fatal assumption that hastens rather than quells the fall
in this sunlit afternoon i sit still as i watch everything pass by as i watch the smoke cloud the road that – if taken – will bring me home as i stay here, anchored, even though my heart is already far ahead far down the road you always take where it is the only thing that can follow you wondering if you are okay (please be okay) wondering if you have eaten (please don't starve yourself) wondering... wondering... always wondering... – only wondering.
the sun has already set and i remain here, anchored, as i let my heart continue down that road while you remain blissfully unaware that you're guiding it home.
patawad sa mahal kong akala ko'y lumisan na sa paggunaw ng kaisipan sa mga bagay na pinipilit nitong takbuhan ngunit bumubulong ang puso gamit ang lirikong tayo lang ang nakaiintindi – mababalikan pa ba ang ritmong ito o mananatili na lamang sa kasalukuyang pintig?
i fear the Summer for Dawn arrives early and her touch that rouses the sky sends you promptly to sleep while i am left alone in this blinding light
i fear the Autumn for when she approaches, the leaves that conceal my longing for your embrace gently fall to the terrain underneath
i fear the Winter for she strips me ***** and destroys the guise i made from the canopy of my brethren – the canopy that shielded my grotesque body and gnarled veins from your gaze
and i mostly fear the Spring for when the evening comes and the Wind sings her tune, sweeping my leaves into her trail, i wish for her to carry them to you where i am reminded once more that nothing on this land can reach you during the night (since this burning desire that shall remain as it is will never curtail our distance) and moreso during the day (when you slowly fade from my sight)
wew first piece for 2018 ! inspired while I was in the campus of ADMU
sing me a song of your city tell me a tale of the lands you sought patch this splintered heart of mine with whispers of the Wind's unhindered thoughts guide it down this gentle Stream let it ruffle her currents born of grief while i wait by the edge of these beguiling waters hoping for a traveler, like you, to pass by while i wait, chilled and drenched in the cold wondering if you'll find this lonely crook and hear our anguished cries.