Jul 14, 2008 00:35
between the hills and the sea,
your image appears
gracing the roads and highways
of a territory newly found
like a certain wind,
a beautiful wind.
and the clouds form pleasantly
your face
that has become familiar
in my every sunrise,
in my every dream,
in my everyday
filled by thoughts of you.
i touch the wind
and it seems like,
i am touching you.
today,
you have touched my heart
again.
July 13, 2008
Poetry on a busride
Negros Occidental