By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
I’ve always dreamt of looking at
moonlit skies.
They capture your beautiful, shining eyes;
Your smile, which always lights up life.
Tomorrow, you’ll forever
make the sun rise.
Marked between joys and sorrow,
Along vast oceans of life that follow,
We remain afloat, paired as we flew,
Like doves, so graceful, we are consumed.
Time slowly melts between our fingertips,
As warm as August, with a cold glimpse,
Accompanied by the smell of your wisp;
Our words are through, as our hands turn crisp.
My hands still yearn, enclasped from your day,
Forever will it be lonely, as nights embody your sorrow.
Hollow as the shadows that tend to burrow,
Chained upon our memories, for as long as I live.**