Thursday, April 14

free verse: lake balinsasayao.

in the midst of this tranquility,

where only the faint whisper

of the wind consumes the senses,

and the soft ripples of water,

slowly disturbed by the rafter,

i have been broken to the simple truth:

that in the finiteness of my being,

and the vastness of the world

that cradles me,

i am merely a child,

of the heavens that

has bequeathed my humanity.

for here, in this moment,

suspended in poignant silence,

and beautiful poetry,

i have known

that the simple melody

of sounds that seem to echo


is what keeps my heart breathing.

and that i,

after being consumed

with sadness so profund,

can still love.

and be loved in return.