Whisper upon me
the very words you say
to the shore
that you loved
as much as I loved you.
The call rises from the tides
summoning us from the dawn
sitting still
like ardent children
or a melancholy choir.
The sand bows down to us
a weary servant
on which we sign our names
to be washed away forever
by the incoming tides.
(Subic, Zambales, Dec 27, '08 11: 29 PM)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem