It’s the best time of the year, they say.
Far different from the tropics where I used to play
it is just a matter of time before I will finally
Realize the beauty that will unfold in my eyes.
They say, that
it is the time of year that I will remember forever
Where the birds will fly carefree in the azure sky
And warm my heart
with their haunting cries and lullabies.
The say, that summer is good but fall is better
The weather’s fine
and the colors are amazing
My life will be a-ok and I will be happy
Deep in my mind, I almost believed them had it not for one lingering question.
Why does my heart feel blue in autumn when the leaves are turning bright red and yellow?
September afternoons, lazy nights
Spent just staring at the full silvery moon
Where the cold wind numbs the weary
And somewhere, from afar you can hear
That painfully familiar tune of the
Haunting Claire de lune.
the nerves of the lonely, lonely heart
Where your voice still echoes in its hollow chambers
Bringing some happy and
sad old memories back to life;
Shared memories that are forever entrenched in our hearts.
The autumn nights and
afternoons are fine
But when early mornings become bitingly cold in October
It will be the time where I will finally
That the best moments of my life
Had clearly passed by….
our silhouette, wondrously luscious
under the April showers, shimmering in the dark
unlike the frigid flowers in
winter chilled by the frost
your body, sensuous, passionate enough
to frolicked in the thick foliage, caressed by
the soft green grass that temporarily replaced your waterbed
the heat of summer is cooled by your laughter
my bundled thoughts from the crazy void
while I stood there, behind the shadows of the curtains
my tender whispers swallowed
by the empty room.
I woke up each day at 4: 30 in the morning
Sadly, thinking of you…
Darn, it is usually early
When the leaves of the Maples began to fall
That I let my fond memories of you
Be numbed by the chilly
To the curtain of the early morning mists
I let my tears unabashedly flow until it vanishes into the
waiting arms of the Green grasses that is mildly bathe by the morning dew
-I know now that I just had to let go of you…
So, don’t be surprised my dear, if I never told you
The reasons why I decided not to say my usual “hello?”
I know that in your heart you’ll understand
Why I am now living my life without you.
Sadly, it is
still your lovely face -
That my lonely heart first remembers
When I wake up in the cold and chilly