In rivers of the Nile,
a sordid stream flows –
a succulent grass thrives
with roots of splendor below.
In rivers of the Nile,
filth and mud surrounds
defiled soil – so unwavering
a viridescent sod still stands.
A cascade, both
unclean and pristine
charged to that of which – a sea;
The deep embraces her;
The deep ushers her.
Within the twisted mesh,
she finds a rewarding
Home.
She just stood there, she’s absolutely riveted.
She could not wander off.
She could not escape.
Gradually, the rain falls down.
A somber weather, to which she frown.
The disheartening thought of being in between,
what seems to be right and wrong now isn’t clear.
For a moment there,
the Aurora lights were up and shining.
For a moment there,
joie de vivre would not stop playing.
For a moment there,
the battle waged does not last.
But that’s the difference of all this is,
for all the said happy moments happened too fast.
She just stood there, she’s absolutely riveted.
She could not wander off.
She could not escape – it.
He has been running
on this wild adventure reaching the end of this light.
Overlooking signs
that somehow tells him
it was the wrong way.
For two times,
he took two roads and
none of them was right.
For two times,
twice of which were providential
to his entourage.
He learned his lesson.
Feeling tired and anxious.
Stepping away slowly.
Taking a break.
Sitting beside a tree.
Acclaiming a redemption.
He tells himself, he whispers,
“This light will never flicker away –
Sooner or later it gets to shine brighter.”
It’s his own way of letting the universe take its toll.
He just couldn’t walk anymore.
She was an echo of something improbable,
A fissure in time. A rift in space.
A conundrum that initiated all his curiosity.
In every lifetime, she always had the same face.
She was an echo of something that’s uncertain.
An odd occasion. A peculiar riddle.
A smart young woman who wanted to travel.
A dilemma that bewildered him to be in the middle.
She was an echo of something so impossible.
A mystery. An enigma. A difficult question.
A question he seeks the answer to.
For once in all of time and space, this clever boy does not have a clue.
She was a paradox in merit of admiring,
In his own words, “She was the only mystery worth solving”
a gloomy weather,
a climate so cold
it desolates a boy.
a boy in search
of something
that was once his.
he stares at the wet pavement,
he saw a reflection
of something that ever was
of something that could ever be.
in that certain moment,
he knew nothing.
fate has spoken.
he knew, he figured, he assumed
the bar set, it was her uprising.
Dreamland 