The Ruins, Lacson House Poem by RIC BASTASA

THE fountain
gives the sense of spring
on this abandoned place

the ruins
somehow, despite the
emptiness
provides a home
for
completeness
as you begin
to fill in what is missing
inside
your mind

this is greatness
remaining
despite the
horror of time passing by

as i touch the pillars
i feel a world
beyond us
as i walk the stone floors
i know that there is still
stability
to what we were once
after
we are finally gone

i sip brewed coffee
on one of those antique tables
as Mozart sonata plays

actually it rained when we
arrived here
and it did not stop

and that explains why
the pictures were
blurred