Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
It Is Not For Me That I Shiver - Poem by Philip Emmanuel Penaflor
I cringe, I moan, in this freezing bleak winter night
not for myself but for you who have lost your love
and have been shivering for many a thousand and
countless nights which may seem to be forever.
Oh where could have they gone to deprive you of
the warmth of their loving arms and cry alone?
To other distant galaxies perhaps where they could
not feel your tears flowing silently on the soft pillow
nor hear the longing whisper of your deep sighs?
Or to heaven which is just a dimension of space in a
timeless universe where the beginning meets the end?
Fear not for one day we shall all come together again
to where we knew life before from the very start
before our consciousness of time and its materiality,
for our very limited existence is but an infinitesimal
dimension of time of infinity's own consciousness.
So tonight dream in the tranquil bosom of hope!
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