Anthony Yaman D. Cabal
Wonderful Night - Poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal
Siting on the grass fields at a wonderful night, thinking, thinking.
Thinking about the time, the time when-
I looked into your eyes, into your eyes, never blinking,
Not a trouble in the world, in the world that was then.
And thinking about the action, that took us both apart,
Didn't knew if it was you, was you or was I,
That did what we did, led to the parting of our hearts.
And I thought, I thought, about the moment when I looked into your eyes.
The sight that was laid was not in any dimension,
It was simple, elegant, without, without question.
Sitting here below, below this wonderful night,
Thinking, thinking, everything used to be all right.
And the night was wonderful, slowly, slowly I noticed.
A long day ended in this quiet night, and my eyes were on a protest.
A last thought escaped, that even ten wonderful nights,
Can never be, never be, compared to your wonderful, wonderful eyes.
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