Goodbye, April

Goodbye tender daydreams,

Goodbye rosy reveries,

Goodbye soft sun-rays,

Goodbye poetic days,

Goodbye April moon,

I hope to see you soon.

Don’t go

March and April, softly I nestled in your cocoon,

Until you weaned my spring too soon,

And though I am fond of May and June,

My spirit sings wistfully without a tune!

 

Don’t go.

Flower muse

Flower muse, who dwells my heart,
Let me tell you about my pot of gold;
I store my favorite days in a gilded jar
Do you know how many of those candied days contain you?
All of them, sweet thing,
All of them!

16 full moons

Artist: Felipe Posada.

I counted them —
16 full moons,
You occupied my brain,
16 full moons,
And with every phase,
I say tonight he will love me back!
Worry not! Tonight he will love me!
The moon waxed and waned,
But he never loved me back.

Earth’s revenge

We abused mother nature so much, didn’t we?
Earth has took her revenge and locked us all in!
Selfish, we had no regards to her waters,
Her little creatures, her animals, her plants.
So she put us in our place in hopes she heals.
Will we learn to be kinder to our lands?
Will we come out of this more considerate?
Only time will tell.

Star-lidded

A star-lidded face with constellations tucked in his eyes,
An invitation for hopeless romantics like myself to gaze unashamed,
So I swim and dive into his celestial skies,
With my wildest of fantasies pining untamed!

Seraphic

Heaven must have misplaced one of its dwellers for a seraph is sojourning in my eyes, unsullied. He has a seraphic air about him—I feel his presence in the lap of nature, like an angel on a pursuit to tuck me under a soft coverlet of unceasing pleasantness. Gentleness resides in the comfort of his palms, and he has fingertips that never tire of praising God with every bead in his prayer tasbih. He is the softest of God’s creations, a man I sought dreamingly and restlessly. Like a bee eager for a rose’s heavenly nectar, I fly to his honied eyes, enticed… oh enticed.

When I fast

When I fast, I don’t deprive myself of nutrition,
I fast to teach my body patience and endurance,
To be one with the unfortunate,
To taste food with a newfound sentiment of thankfulness,
For when I fast, my food and shelter are guaranteed,
In other parts of the world, the fasting never ends!

O Romance-bred Cupid

O Romance-bred Cupid,
Wed me to a flower child!
A man who can hold my universe,
In the most tender, flowered hands.

Spring restlessness

Lady April and Lady Moon,
The creations of Masefield and Wilde,
I come bearing a case new of its kind,
It’s my spring restlessness,
I’m too eager for sleep!
For who dares to sleep,
When it’s spring outside!