Colder Water.

Do you reach out, expecting my hand to cover yours from across the table?

She pulls me through, when she feels like I am getting lost along the way.

Do you see me right beside you just before you close your eyes?

She kisses me goodnight and lets me wander into my dreams.

Does your heart still skip a thousand beat whenever you hear that song?

She holds me tight— shielding me from the cruelest night air.

Do you pause — for a second, a breath, to admire the leaves as they fall?

She walks with me aimlessly, until I get the perfect shot.

Do you still call out my name in a whisper — wondering  if I ever loved you?

Echoed Silence

An endless maze appeared. Still. Drunk. Motionless.

I started calling her with a voice quickly taken by the cruel wind.

My soul reverberates,  aching while I reached out— a strand of her hair, a touch of her scent.

I walked aimlessly, my heart hoped for a glimpse of her figure.

Darkness ensued, and still there I was,  lost in my own footsteps.

Under the comfort of the unsympathetic moon, I opened my tear drenched eyes.

She was gone, probably forever.

Run Away.

Come take my hand.

We’re inches away, several miles apart.

Just a little closer. Just a bit more.

You tear up on cue, with a wary soul.

Clouded judgement, forgotten memories.

We promised forever,  minds at war.

A love of a lifetime.

Where did we go wrong?

Shards of glass broken, as still as the moonlight.

And now, a fleeting glimpse of goodbye.

Sun kissed, Life bound.

sunkissed

Never have I ever seen such grace, strength, compassion, heart, dedication, support, courage, tears, wears, and unconditional love like that of a mother’s.

I do hope that I was well worth it. I love you.

A tribute of sorts to the real super heroes in our lives, our moms. And to all the moms that (fortunately) came into mine, Happy Mother’s Day. 

Related link: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/daily-prompt-mom/

Drawn.

Hues and Shadows

In you, I surrender.

A step closer — my soul completely vanishes.

Into you, I ache.

Your stunning lips mend the uncompromising wounds.

With you, I soar.

Slight kiss reveals what was long forgotten.

For you, I’ll live.

Every second — you whisper a thousand truths.

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This photo was taken last weekend at dawn (Calatagan, Philippines) with inspiration within reach.

The Famous Last Scene

Final Curtain Call

I know it’s late, I know you’re weary. I know your plans, don’t include me. 

With the dark night suffocating the apathetic crowd, I continued with the song in a tired, strained voice. Read more