Of Time And Moonbeams Poem by bonifacio alba

Memories of the past sometimes
Bring pain to the lonely soul
Re-live the bygone days unmindful
Of the silent passing of time.

Strolling under the moonlight
With one’s beloved one hoped to catch
The moonbeams in his palm
Somewhere a solitary bird slept
Dreaming of the future.

Time waits for no one.
One’s beloved has gone; the bird
Flips its wings away, Each mark
Time makes is life’s reality.

Yes... life’s sojourn is a test
Of frustration and success,
And man can seek refuge in solitude
Abiding with time.

Some night one soul can catch
The moonbeams in his palm.