A Dream Poem by Jennieve Enano

Oh west wind, blowing so softly;
Blown my hair, when it pass by me,
And touched me, through my memory.

Memory, Memory.
Till my awareness turn to fade;
Show me my memory what was made.

Memory of the past, i could hardly see,
As clouds turned dim and became gloomy,
Hinder the sun rays to shine on me.

Memory, Filled with the muffled mist
Though dim, i could feel dews touch my wrist;
See the fireflies frolicked around
As dandelions lay like fragments on the ground.

Memory, Suddenly made clear
A memory of you, i see
The looks of you, oh, so dear!
Wakes the deepest part of me.

The glimpse of your smile
You look so undefiled,
And your face shone brightly
As you turn your face at me.

I stepped to come closer
You seemed slowly, fading away,
And to hold you can no longer
Now, you're vanished in the mist faraway.

Oh, My memory.
West wind blown.
Now it's gone.
Gone To faraway.