I feel you
your hands clasping mind
caressed by the cold wind
leading the waves to sand
I see you
your eyes beaming
in the evanescence
of many a twilight
I hear you
in the stillness of dawn
begging me to go
without a tear without adieu
Now I languish
in regret the greatest pain
for the laughter and footprints
long lost in forsaken shores
(Redmoon of Bukidnon likes to describe himself as a trying hard poet.)
