midnight muse

Incandescent glow

Like fireflies, lingering on my younger days,

The incandescent glow of your eyes have plagued

Me deep beyond the knowledge of the plain

And the soft charismatic pangs of sweetness

And aroma of a lovely collar and beads

That has tucked me when we were

Both strewn yet caressed by the dimming light

Of dawn and encroaching morning mist

Blanketing us together into the deep shade

Of purple and gray and the brackish splash of

Music tugged along our ears on that silly mat.

How could I ever remove the thoughts of the

Face you possess whenever we go to sleep.

I could hold your thoughts in my hands while

You have closed your eyes on the pillow of my soul?

And the soft breath you just pressed on my nose

And you said you were, and me, I was to be.

I like it when you smile despite the innocence

Of your drowsiness and the feelings of the buzzing

Trees just lulls us both to do nothing and just

Enjoy the moment we have so silently resisted…

There may be days too shallow to fathom

As there are nights too fast to gain

But your fingertips are just like warm candles

Caressing my silent prayers to uplift the

Mournful scowls of morn and the youthful howls

Of dusk breaking the impaired silence so

Painstakingly cuddled in the ticking clock

Of non-existent chores and non-recurrent memories

Of the unknowns and the blanks we have to put

On the paper of our souls, and on our wings trying

To survive the musky, yet aromatic schemes

Of our younger years and fast moving bodies of

Frictions and inertias so inherent in our little lives

26 May 2014

Manila Philippines