Only when it rains
I could hear the world laughing,
Rejoicing. As if, born again.
Anew with fresh breath and kind heart.
...
I clasped it tightly until veins turned blue.
Solitary warmth, I know
Would not suffice
This hand is as cold as ice.
...
Who’s going to believe
A story never told?
In my heart it is behold,
Through time gets weak and old.
...
In my world long been found
Long I kept this revered psalm
Inside me it grew abound
Yet to fool another one -
...
Tears in my eyes, joy in my heart
Heaven at my sight
A pinkish cheeks delight
A nose sprouted light
...
I am a wanderer, I am strong.
I fought battles all alone.
My journey, I do not know
Where sunrise is, I pursue.
...
For the rose will wither and die,
And soon before the time of goodbye,
Beg and cry aloud to the sky.
...
I hear another lullaby.
I hear it somewhere between the aisles,
Brought reflection to my eye
Blurry and grey
...
I plan to hold your hand
Etch arrow in your right arm
Through your heart towards mine
Shall not be erased by time.
...
My mind twisted as I nibble the detail of so called twaddle thought. Every idle time I have are consumed into this. In between waking up and being awake, I begin. I manage my susceptibility to light by closing my eyes during travels. I love the sun when it kisses my skin however the light it brings is not mostly welcome. I feel the brightness can shatter all that I have been building up since the beginning. My thoughts are usually simple yet intertwined in complexity. It’s there but nobody seems to be puzzled, just me. I look at people straight in the eye. I hear their voices as they talk to me. I talk but often times they tell me, “again? ” I’m sure I had spoken something. I heard myself but I’m not sure if the words came out or trapped inside. Like a real masochist that I am, I continue to indulge myself into this irrational thinking. It’s clear I value emotion rather than reason for emotion has countless reason while reason is just it. Oh, now I know why I almost flank my psychology subject during college. It is indeed with pain, if I could curl – up in my bed the whole time of my existence I would. Imagine. Just to shut my brain as if I knew nothing. I wish I know nothing. It is hard being me. I’m still to be educated as I am ignorant in so many things yet I wish to reverse all that I have realized. Maybe, I can greet the sun with open eyes and a smile and my skin will sparkle from within… from the bits and pieces of diamond in my brain. --------------------)
Only When It Rains
Only when it rains
I could hear the world laughing,
Rejoicing. As if, born again.
Anew with fresh breath and kind heart.
With bare foot, I felt we are one.
Again. From clay that we both kissed
Away.
Once we were one.
Again
Thank you rain.
(Nov.10,1998 Philippines)