Treasure Island

Bernard Jess Sagpang


To a Dying Friend...


Your whispers

Soft, quiet, strange

They haunt me in the night

Like an arrow in the wind

They are alive

They gather ‘round about me

‘til I heed them

As my heart leaps with symphony

Of hope and faith


Your breath

Soft, quiet, strange

Chasing chances, tossing coins

Like an arrow in the wind

They pray and plead

They rally ‘round about me

And I have faith in them

Though they seemed faithless, sometimes

I believe as my heart leaps

With a joyful melody





They are alive! They are alive!

Look inside my friend, you are still alive!

Sigh and breathe!





See and believe!

Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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