12:27 a.m.
monday morn —
bedroom parlour
***
the universe is
the mother of all
children.
the sun — her son.
the moon — her daughter.
the earth — her other daughter.
the planets — her other children.
the moon and her
children of stars.
the earth and her
children of creatures.
the sun and his
god-children.
we are the youth that
failed to give the universe
the peace that she deserves.
we are also the youth that
never failed to try. and
glue the broken shards
to fix the vase of our
mistakes. to give the
universe what we
failed to bestow.
***
YOU ARE READING
Our Vintage Dance on the Phonograph
Puisi"you and - me, we traversed at the eve of the colossal pages of our bedroom balcony." - excerpt there is no other dancing partner i would dance with other than you, my sun. you bring me to places that are wiped out of history - to the gardens of rui...
