Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Today the drizzle sounds like tolls of death,
Exciting nimbus clouds to seize the sun;
Rough-blowing monsoon hurls my place, Gapan,
In full momentum, robbed of Mercy’s breath.
Your moving shadow briefly comes to pass
And, like a child’s, my pained gaze longs for you;
Knowing that I’ve lost my heart anew,
I care no evil for I breathe my last.
Jasmine blossoms lose their hooded selves
Once poked by careless heaps of dismal winds;
Soft rain recedes to give way to a storm,
Ending all hopes to calm my sight that delves.
Phantoms of my loneliness deride like fiends
However I invoke your flesh to form.