Seeing the invisible
In the stormy ripples of the ocean
Where the full moon
Breaks down into thousand pieces
I see the ever-lasting hope of me
In the bare and silent trees of the winter's dark days
I see the blossoms filling up the empty space
Like my hope in the midst of vast despair
In the epitaphs in a desolate cemetery
I see the dad coming home
To kiss the baby and hug the mom
And smiles spilling over the horizon
In the fallen flower petals after a thunder storm
In the morning rain drops of a gloomy day
I see the cupid's arrow
Smeared with kisses
In the old dusty
Airline boarding pass
I read the happiest days
And the nights
Filled with miracles of love
The moments
That became invisible
The moments still in womb
Scintillate me
Revive me
Make me human
For another day.
((*.*))
March 18, 2004 |