Sunday, July 04, 2004
BLAME THE FULL MOON
Guess I should apologize in advance.
Never thought of myself as a poet. It's just that...early this morning, maybe around three or four, I woke up with silvery moonglow on my face, and this poem in my mind:
i may never be able to
hold you
for
your heavens are beyond my
reach
i may never be able to
call you
my own because your
beauty is not deserved by
a mere man
yet
i admire you as now i do
from afar and
content my heart with gazing at the
resplendence that can inspire
demons and madden angels
and i wait
for you to grant me a visit
as i dream and
grace me with a whisper
of your presence
that leaves mist-kisses
it is only during these moments
that our
dividing distance
is stripped of all
power
Never thought of myself as a poet. It's just that...early this morning, maybe around three or four, I woke up with silvery moonglow on my face, and this poem in my mind:
i may never be able to
hold you
for
your heavens are beyond my
reach
i may never be able to
call you
my own because your
beauty is not deserved by
a mere man
yet
i admire you as now i do
from afar and
content my heart with gazing at the
resplendence that can inspire
demons and madden angels
and i wait
for you to grant me a visit
as i dream and
grace me with a whisper
of your presence
that leaves mist-kisses
it is only during these moments
that our
dividing distance
is stripped of all
power
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Must be the werewolf in my bloodline. *sniffs* Well...at least the moon shines over Singapore as well, eh Luez? Heh.
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