Kay Luna, Kaibigan

(Isinulat noong Nobyembre 2008, sa gitna ng lubos na pagkalito sa kinahahantungan ng pagbabalik ng ating pagkakaibigan.)
 
Mula sa karimlan, muling nagbalik
Pagtanggap may pag-aalinlangan

Mula sa putikan, muling lumitaw
Hinugasang, nagbagong kalooban

Kung kaibigan ang turing
Yayakapin,Walang pagdududa, walang pangamba

Ngunit kapag katagang may hibla ng pag-ibig, sinasambit
At bahid ng nagdaan ipinaalala
Inog ng puso ko'y naiiba.
Umuusbong na pagtitiwala, nabubura.

Ano nga ba ang iyong nararamdaman?
Ano nga ba ang iyong ninanasa?

Tila di mag-aabot ating mga pangangailangan
Tila di magkakatapat, inaasam mula sa isa't-isa.

Hindi ko alam kung dapat pang magpatuloy
Itong pag-aalinlangan, pagtataka, pagtatanong

Kung ako'y lumayo
Sagot ba ito upang maibalik ang kapanatagan,
Manahan, katahimikan ng kalooban?

Ano nga ba, Luna, kaibigan
Ang tunay na kasagutan?

On the brink

Candles dripping slowly
Ice melting away
A leaf clinging to a dying tree
Standing at the edge of a precipe.

Sunset fading into darkness
Wilting flowers, cradled in hope-weary arms
Gasping, desperately recalling, humming
The last strains of a beloved song.

Oh, Light of the night
From the brink of desolation, rescue me
Oh, Breath of a new day, ignite the distant embers
Lest I forget... why and how much I love you.

Lost

"A man is not where he lives, but where he loves." - Latin Proverb


I don't know where I am anymore. I don't know who I am anymore.

All I know is my heart lives where loving him equals pain. 

9/19/2010

11:12 PM

The Only Way To Love The Moon

For too long
The Moon offered laughter… and More to the Star.
That is, when he chose to reveal his elusive light
When flimsy clouds of uncertainty were cast aside
When he could leave the comfort of safe shadows.

The Star - basking, delirious in the Moon’s glow
Believed that her place was also in the sky
Because it was the only way to love the Moon
Enduring his waning and waxing
Igniting her body, searing her soul
Embracing a lunacy found only in his arms.

Now, the Star knows that it was all a delusion
There is no room in the Moon’s sky for her
He tried... but didn't know
How to love her back
He only knew how to be the Moon.

Bone-weary from trying to be
the Star that she was not
Shedding her luster,
Limp spirit caressing the ground
The coldness of his secrets seeping in
Eyes still awash with cruel realizations

The dark yields no answers
Except to whisper that
The Moon wants only to be beheld from afar.

5/7/2010

4:37 AM

Glee - One Less Bell To Answer / A House Is Not A Home [Feat. Kristin Chenoweth] (HD)

This is the Glee Cast singing "One Less Bell To Answer / A House Is Not A Home"

Full Moon

Taken on March 30, 2010 from the window by our staircase. Supposedly the second full moon of this month as there was none in February. So it's another blue moon in a span of 3 months (last time was in January). They say this event happens only every 19 years!

Till the mirror whispers

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the most foolish of them all?

Is it that woman there?
Who careened into a liaison
Courting danger
Loving him in reckless abandon

Or is it me, placid
Staying, waiting,
No, suffering
Till the mirror whispers
His love is no more.

28 October 2009

A day without you

Bright sunlight,

Hopes of You

Fading light,

Sadness veiling my heart

Darkness,

Waiting in vain

Will there ever be a Dawn?

The Painting & The Poem

ON SEEING HIM AGAIN

My pain dwells behind
A screen of lace
Wrought by fingers
In restless wait.

Gossamer strands of sighs
Intertwining, embracing
Coarse twines of guilt
Unraveling in my mind.

As if through a tulled veil
Made taut by tears
Forbidden to fall
This heart looks from afar.

To behold, to caress
Yet never touch

To memorize your every expression
Despite prying eyes
That keep watch.

My essence wears a silken sheath
Unseen by those who know not
But the light that is you
Lays bare the weakest in me.

My soul awakens only in my dreams
Where reality is surrendered
And the scent of your being
Vividly remembered.

My sanity is in tattered disguise
Pleading to break free
Should I don mourning black
To clothe the rest of me?


The painting, "The Black Bride", is by Welbart, one of my Multiply Contacts. I grabbed this image from "In His Place..." album in his site. I've yet to meet him or see his works except through the web. But from what you'll see in http://welbartstudio.multiply.com you will surely agree with me that he is a noteworthy & fantastic artist.

The poem is mine, from so long ago, & has been published in virtualwriter.net. The words and the painting just seemed to belong together.

MULA SA AKING BINTANA

                            Image by Gari Buenavista (http://pananaw.multiply.com)

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Ulirat ko’y pilit ibinibigkis

Sa mga pinipilit limuting hapis.

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