Virgins Without Oil Poem by Obed dela Cruz

The wrath of winter cold swept and rolled throughout the eve
And the streets became still, silent in shadows of dark.
Whisper murmurs in the silence without to believe
Until the late causes the death of the final spark.

As a placid yet a strange breeze was felt to embrace,
Their spirits slumbered as flesh took pleasure of the night.
Laid down at the bosom of a fallen dragon’s brace,
Feeling warm in the heat even without lamps of light.

In the skies, lofty stars tarried like twinkling torches
Yet their blazes are not enough for what lies ahead.
For when darkest clouds shade their souls’ threshold and porches,
Whatever seems to be a dream shall be gone and fled.

And when the time comes for the shout of a Distant Cry,
Are the burning flames of passion kept during the wait?
Far above the midnight sun is the Great Northern Sky
And those who did not keep the watch shall know it is late.

Last regrets profess as the earthly ages decrease,
Virgins without oil, why did it ever come to this!

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Copyright © 2011 by Prince Obed de la Cruz

(January 15,2011; AMA EAST RIZAL)

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