Amidst the absence of audible sound
When every moment fades into a black ground
Every anticipated desire into a standstill
Brings forth sensations of refined and ethereal seal
Melancholic longing resounding
And sweet caress and exuberant talk dawning and imagined.
Each passing night
I try and close my eyes
Mere thoughts of you
At times they break me up
And pull and rip me apart.
Each passing night
Before I close my eyes
I ask God to let us come together
And meet you in my dreams to never
Let no moment pass us by
No matter how transient, no matter how far
To hold each other tight
When everything else seems not quite right.
Each passing night
I hope and anticipate
a date with you, my dearest Pop,
In my dreams that I could scream
I LOVE YOU with all my heart!
Tonight I was sound asleep
Smiling, you kissed me on the cheek
Dried the tears that burn my eyes
And whispered sweet nothings in my ears
Like you used to when I was two.
Walk
1 year ago
6 comments:
Nice poem. It made me cry. I miss Tata so much. I wish he were here to see how I have been doing lately. He should have been mighty proud. I am where I am now because of Tata and Ima.
Thanks, Ate Bilyn. It was simple but heartfelt. Not a day goes by that I don't think of Tata. Yeah, he might be looking down from heaven and I'm pretty sure he's smiling...grinning is more like it and is surely proud of what you have accomplished with yourself and with your kids.
How your heart must ache day in and day out for your Pop. Dreams can be very powerful and yet soothing.
Thank you, your poems are miracles for me as I hav no literary style whatsoever.
I love this poem,it catches my heart
beautiful Vice is proud of you.
Yes, Michele...the grief remains but it becomes tolerable each day when we journey with God. Oh come on, Michele...don't sell yourself short! You just have not cultivated the literary gift embedded in your genes! Hahaha.
Thanks, Acissej...the poem creates a similar effect on me, too.
Thanks, Kong Jojo...a simple poem dedicated to an extra-ordinary guy!
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