(A POEM FOR PRADIP)
In these early hours of evening
when sun has dipped down, hiding
cold has set in, warmth cooled by wind blowing,
your words haunt me, left me pondering.
For a sunshine poem, you asked,
but how? when it is now dusk,
there is no sun, only dark to show,
not even a moon aglow.
All i see are fiery dots of light, shimmering
in the garden, i am alone, wondering
I do not see them closely
yet, i feel they could be friendly.
They are luminous lanterns, seemingly beaming,
could these suffice to keep your flame burning?
In the widening dark, they bask
to perform their given task
carrying drops of hope with their sparkles,
scattered ***** of chances, radiated by lighted candles.
They are so tiny, collectively bright,
wandering, even on a moonless summer night...
I have not one sunshine poem for you,
instead, thousands of Fireflies, i offer you
to let their light shine generously on your face
dry every bit of sadness, leaving not a trace.
to dry tears hidden
ease your shoulders laden.
I wish i could see your smile
hug you, even just for a while
wear your sombrero
'til day after tomorrow.
I pray my words have beamed enough,
to save your day, to see you through...
F I R E F L I E S
by
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***This is not much, Pradip, done in a hurry,
but, I hope you like it...***
