So Precious To Recent Poem by Manonton Dalan

solemn night atop my bed
resting my beautiful head
tentacles reaching, my ears
whispering worlds of flares

rub my eyes; look at the time
close enough for sweet chime
must be warm; wool of a lamb
missing; wishing hugs to come

lovely concert on golden dust
portraying scenes already pass
yet it brings tinge deep inside
with a sigh; where love reside

questions; falling petals blue
doubting thought; must they know
rather; indulge in joyous moment
time like this; so precious to recent