1: 54 A.M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

learning from you
i must admit that i have
learned it
much ahead of you, this

point of not
minding what already happened
questioning guilt
and sin, after all

what are these?
ah, those were those days
of youth
where we never had
control where
we simply followed the
surge of
our raw emotions

i empty all these
inside my heart and
so i walk as light as
light
as warm and as so
silent

you must have seen
how light fell
on the green grass
of our homes.