Firethorn's Den

Wide Eyes

The sound of drizzling rain in the backdrop
lured me into a trance.
I can't seem to make sense of anything,
thus I let the reaction mechanism
take over my entire being.
Sometimes I wonder about the laws of Physics,
the kinetic movements of hearts and souls,
the rapid loss of air's massive weight when
one object moves in to replace another.
I lost count of times when our hands entwined
until we turned into ribbons of rivers
invading the rich soil, making a new path,
leaving the lineage of a beginning;
a sentimental aftertaste to hold on to.

Every time I fear things are not as they seem;
I finger the medal of patron saint I keep
in my pocket to see if my luck is still intact.
I love the way the moon marked me
as its sole property by imprinting
tiny moons on my fingernails, of which
you caress each time you feel sensitive
or unsure about something. It underscores
the certainty of one being needed;
a glimpse at your vulnerability
as if you were letting me in, more and more
until I touched your heart that always beats
faster than fast when I'm around.
Then a smile appears to break apart my face.
At that moment, I hardly care
if I become undone right before you...

Winter is but a season away; the birds know
their destiny has already been scripted
within patterns, so they don't mind preparing
to detach themselves from the skies
to migrate on their extended wings.
There it is again, the kinematics of nature,
the mnemonics of moments,
the silent gestures of your hands and lips
that evict loneliness like an avenging angel.
My skin vibrates of written debts you bestow
upon me daily. More and more, I become
incoherent that even the silent synopses
of hungry eyes, fireflies, and such are lackluster.
They fail to convince me to believe how urgent
a night can feel when in need of the streetlamps
to tint it into various hues of a dream.
Somewhere on an empty road,
an occasional collision of headlights
tells stories of insomnia,
the symptom that I am familiar with;
not because I can't bring myself to dream, but
because I know how to dream with my eyes wide open.

 

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