Jun 12, 2007 01:36
*Haraya
She was a child;
she had never heard of dioramas
but created one
in her mind
where faeries posed
a regal stance
amidst a pirouette-
an unfinished dance.
She had never heard of dioramas
but created one
in her mind
that conquered over legacies
of concocted imageries.
She scattered basins of stars
to glisten their skins
and burn their silvery tears.
She created one-
in her mind-
a tryst between darkness and light.
As moonlight flooded her reverie
her innocence eloped with her throes;
she basked in the incense of frenzy
and neglected her lust
in tales of never-ending woe.
In her mind
she was the absolution
that would drown the bewails
and lamentations
of the weeping rain.
She had never heard of dioramas
but created one-
for in her mind-
she was a child.
*In our language - Filipino, Haraya means imagination. :)