She opens her eyes
fearful t e a r s drain her cheeks
the b r e e z e dries them h
a
...
Raindrops drum the tin-roof
clumsy flowers nestled in the crooks
Breathe a sigh of relief
...
Under one canopy of Us,
We sheltered our love
Against the shards of clouds
That fermented upon us, time and again..
...
Only Mortals Die
She opens her eyes
fearful t e a r s drain her cheeks
the b r e e z e dries them h
a
l
f
way d
o
w
n
morose pathos, now at a turbulent d i s t r e s s.
The sky reveres her in q u i e t surrender
her wrinkled e
y
e
s
still search him
He will return, she tells me
As I keep staring at the misty r a i n-stained window.
He is d
e
a
d
I begin to t
h
i
n
k
And suddenly, a butterfly sits g
e
n
t
l
y
on my arm
A s m i l e rests on my l i p s
He is
h
e
r
e
like the first d
e
w
in the morning
the r w after the r n
a i n b o a i
Like the h
e
a
r
t
b
e
a
t
s
of his mother
the w a r m t h in her h u g so t i g h t
He is here,
his mother was r i g h t
Only m
o
r
t
a
l
s
d i e.