The Art Of Waiting (7 Years) Poem by Christian Crisostomo

Silence filled my ears,
It is as though I lost my senses;
making me walking in nowhere
where one can find nothing
only the totality of their being.

I've already known her;
Her angelic face, her great still eyes,
her sweet voice but not her name...
Her name seems to be the greatest jigsaw puzzle
that I've encounter in my life.

I can do nothing
just looking at her eyes,
feeling her presence, and looking at her soul
but I was caught every time my soul
tries to sit beside hers.

My blood was rushing through my feet.
It was when I heard her name..
I was drunk not in liquor but by her name;
It seems that I was a happy child
who has been given a beautiful present.

It is a dream to come true
that I found her sitting beside me
exchanging smiles and stares;
These moment makes me feel insane
as if I've snuffed a bunch of opium.

Darkness filled my eyes;
It seems that I'm in nothingness
where ice can no longer be melted by fire,
all I can see is darkness
that have been created by her absence.

I decided to walk away
where no one could ever see my broken guitar;
I found a watershed seven light years away.
I sat beneath the tree while soaking my feet
in this cold shivering undying creek.

I looked up at the lamenting sky;
It seems that the clouds, the light, and darkness
were being stirred in a howling bowl.
It was seven undying and still living evening
all I can do is to think of her soul.
I closed my eyes and think of her;
it is as though my mind is a tabularasa,
nothing is written on it, nothing can be seen,
only her wonderful name;
It will continue to reside as long as I exist.

I do love her, that's certain!
But how can I express it?
If our watches read a different time!
It is only 3 pm on hers; but in my perception, it was 10 pm!
A seven hours gap between our world seem to be infinite.

I decided to fix my guitar
and write these things for her
without thinking of things in return,
all I ever wanted is for her to say this:
"I CAN FEEL YOUR HEART; YES! I CAN FEEL YOUR HEART! "

Seven is the saddest number
that's how I perceived it;
Seven sealed me in this shred of threads.
I became a mummified and crucified being.
It shut my senses but it can never kill my soul.

I decided to fall asleep.
Hoping that she will accompany me in my endless dreams.
I'm running out of time and words to say;
Even though this poem and my life have an ending,
my love and my heart will continue to exist, longing for her!

This is not yet the last stanza:
Even if I have to wait for seven years;
Even I have to go through infinity,
and if seven years is infinity,
I will still sit here, waiting for her.


Christian P. Crisostomo