Oh, how my heart aches with such sweet sorrow. Your presence in these thoughts of mine, bring forth something so sweet.
Kneeling to inhale a freshly bloomed rose in the break of spring is what you are. A rose you are my love. A character I face many times a week. Oh, how you cause my knees to go weak and my hands shaky.
Oh, what sweet sorrow when for just a moment, your wrists touches mine. When your fragrance sways my way. For just a moment, our spirits become aligned. The same breath is taken from this dream that stands still. For a moment, it all becomes real.
Then the noise settles in. The pace surrounding now back in motion. The cloud my heart rest on vanishes. Only now hanging from a thread of hopeful thought. Did he enter into that realm along with me? Or was I alone in my travels?
Oh! But his eyes say so much, yet nothing at all! Can it be all I see is my own reflection in those glossy eyes staring back at me?
- Josephine M. Zeceña
I'll always wonder what might be if we verbally expressed longing for each other
My uncle used to tell me that the clouds would get lonely so they would come to the ground in fog form to hang out. But now I think that the clouds and the ground are secret lovers, but everyone is against them. The sky separates them and the humans have terrible accidents when they get lost in it. Humans get lost in the thickness of their love. There is no softer breath-taking kiss than when the fog kisses the ground.