Verses from the Vault – Page 2

Tale of Two Autumn Leaves

I saw it first.
How his chats painted a smile on her face.
I saw it first.
The constellations in her eyes as she told that time they met.

But I heard it, too.
The caress in his voice as he called her name.
And I’ve read it.
His subtle gestures hinted he wants to be with her.

I saw the fall. It was beautiful.

Sand Tempera

Ours was a painting on the shore.
Expunged by the waves afore.
Memories now lie beneath the sand.
Yet, on an empty canvas, I couldn’t begin again.

Supermoon

Will this total lunar eclipse ever end?
And my supermoon will be seen again?
Because I don’t want any of these stars,
Even if they adorn the skies tonight.

It all started with;
One harmless stare,
One harmless gesture,
One harmless smile,
One harmless talk.

One harmless person,
One harmless question.

How can things that seemed harmless,
Harmed me in so many ways?

From one harmless meeting,
To years of wondering and waiting.

On Yearning Hill

On yearning hill,
Draped with daffodils,
With patterns of irises,
And dandelions to puff a wish.

On yearning hill,
A panorama so tranquil,
Camellias’ sheltered in my hands,
For the buried love in this graveyard.

On yearning hill,
Astilbe flowers are blossoming still,
And if in time the vines will wither,
I’d grow azaleas every spring and summer.

Plethora

You’re more than just a poem,
That I write when I’m alone.
You’re more than just a song,
That I sing in my room.
You’re more than just a painting,
Of wishful thinking.
You’re more than just an art,
An image in my wistful heart.

Autumn Leaves

As the wind’s kisses turn colder,
And winter solstice’s drawing near,
Hues of autumn reign,
The trees crowns’ once green.

Scrambling together in a perfect tone
Of red, gold, and a touch of brown,
Such a quaint scenery,
Capturing one’s gaze simply.

But the misery as they fall,
Hardly go noticeable,
And the hushed farewells,
Just fade into the air of despair.

Swaying and drifting day by day,
Knocking on my windows gently,
Heading for the ground below,
Helplessly waiting for the blanket of snow.

It is where they’re meant to be,
But it’s not what they long to be,
To be buried underneath,
Forgotten as the period of falling leaves repeats.

Paper Kite

In the period between autumn and spring,
Where the meadows are tucked in green,
There the butterflies and flowers kiss,
As they tango to the humming breeze.

In the period between autumn and spring,
I find my way to the empty swing,
On a piece of paper my pen bleeds your name,
Pouring the sonata of my heart ’til the ink’s drained.

In the period between autumn and spring,
I intertwined the letter and the paper kite’s string,
Alongside the promise that I will never chase you again,
I relinquish and let it flutter with the wind.

In the period between autumn and spring,
My paper kite’s drifting and floating,
Like an anchorless ship in an ocean skies,
Image of a lost love weeping goodbye.

Gloria Estefan

Vivid memories of a girl,
Wearing a red dress,
Groving to the beat of conga.

You spared one glance,
For once, she captured your attention.
For once, you noticed her.

Amidst the busy night,
She approached you,
And asked for a photo with you.

The next day at the canteen,
You saw her again,
Sitting in the spot you’ve taken.

She stared while you eat,
Looked away and let out a smile,
Like being hungry is funny.

Your gaze locked,
Something clicked,
And you both burst into laughters.

You started talking to her,
She is “Gloria Estefan”,
That’s what you remembered.

From Faraway

To that one person out there,
Who has no idea that I’m here,
Worrying ’bout you day by day,
Silently praying that you are okay.

Where could you possibly be?
‘Coz even luna won’t tell me.
So I’ll just whisper my greetings to zephyr,
With hopes that it might waft to you and be heard.

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
Be well, be healthy.
Dance to the tune of your dreams and breakthrough,
I’m here and my faith will see you through.

And on your empty nights that are damp with tears,
Solitary wanders filled with fears,
Just gaze at the sky then find me in your memory,
I’m here, always walking with you from faraway.

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