You are the silk, I the dreamweaver,
Spinning, turning, rolling
On my head's wheels-
You became the intricate design,
Strangled and entangled me.

The required pattern orders me
To shear your conception.
But I can't and I won't
For my wheels
Will get frozen

Don't speak of rainbows now,
Because if rain falls at night
No rainbow ever comes.

The band of seven colors,
Rainbow is a promise
That ends disbanded.
Dissipated in your
Empty words,
You half-blind prophet.

Rain clouds in your galaxies
You thought
You hid them for safety.
You did not.
I found them.
I knew, I watched
Your galaxies through the years.

The wisest seer I am
I chased away those clouds away
By my resounding light.
Believing you'll send the rays back.

But failing to read my own fate,
I am here on this brimming ocean,
Forsaken by you and your story of rainbows.
Like stars abandoning their place
On dimmed bereaved heavens
Everyone looked up to,
Hoped for each night.

This is the season of rain,
And when it rains it pours.
You left me here
When everything is cascading, falling apart
While you found your own harbor.

So don't speak of rainbows now
Because if rain falls at night
No rainbow ever comes.
Light must precede it
And only I can find it
Inside me.
But rain must fall still,
This season of rain.

Premonition comes
Like speedy lights
In the monitor of half-closed sphere.
Clear image of you registered
Out of nowhere,
Must be a dream, an omen.

I sat for a time to dinner with the PC
Hours to buzz the alien tongue on the floor
Where each post harbors the dagger of its original
form
Praise heavens the Pacific’s enormity half shielded
us.

A thought of you is a welcomed thought to begin
Before the phoned guests blurt their rants.
A moment to play the music of the keyboard,
A minute to cast the secret codes again,
Another chance to bask in the monitor lights.

But why did the PC did not wink back to flash?
And the why the codes only I know denied?
The monitor only gave a sleepy stare
Peered and scowled to the codes,
Nullified the words two of us known.

I had to call help, the Westerners needed to come
Dialed the numerals for assistance
Then there came you are.
Clear as the apparition was.
Bless the divine,

The vision turned to be a wish
They gave flesh for me.

I offered you my throne as you tapped the keyboard
To serenade the computer who has forgotten me.
Marvelous hands are they,
The moody PC widely opened its eyes to flash its
lights
Onto you and onto me.
Now recognizing me as before and the words we
shared for months.
I thank you.

I tell you again you’re marvelous,
For knowing as well the codes
That my own lock on the chest unbolts.
But why then open it up
If in the days that came
You closed up your own eyes from me.

Mr. IT
I have to lock myself again
Thanks for reminding me.

I hear the girl again,

Strumming the air.

She knew the waters so well,

Of those bitter and of those sweet.

Intoxicated with them,

She strums the air

Night and day.



She retells my story,

But I never confessed to her.

She just knew.

She breathes on it

Of chosen words,

Of finest melody.



I don’t hate her,

I found on her an ally,

The girl who moves the stars.



Has she seen the rains?

Has she read my soul?

If you hear her voice,

She speaks of me,

Strumming the air again,

The girl who moves the stars.