by : Bacardi Gold

Photo by Elina Sazonova on


is this the beginning
of a familiar love story
about a man and a lady
finding each other, finally

the prelude was just a simple hello
as he saw heaven in her eyes
there were songs playing in his ears
feeling the warmth of the sunrise

his heart begun to shake
in its most unusual sway
her face blazed up to bake
a smile in lighter weight

the chances were so kind
meetings have been frequently crazy
love found them both entwined
now raising a lovely happy family

finally !



STREAMING lines in bed…

Philippine sunset at the Visayan Sea
at the verge of early sleeping
it always rains
minding will cut a breath
unattached naked wings flying... 

golden droplets on the sleepy ground
bouncing sideways up and down
feathered hippos defining a chance
marching backwards with wooden guns...

sounds antiquated  newer trumpets
biting tongues  butterflies twisted
heavy bodies can't make a gentle stand
paper and pens behaved like sleepy drunks...

shaking fingers damaged brain
orange and green ink lightly stained
flying alphabets in colored prism
worn-out nets catching words in pain...

nails and cannons as fighting pairs
convincing precision shooting without fear
gallantly fighting like old tortoises
written words are placed in exact places...

columns and lines are deadly ready
marching on to a much needed victory
pasted thoughts are now on snowy paper
sunrise will hear the final chapter...

lazy bodies sitting on the bed
awakened thoughts are rich not dead 
clear beautiful lines are instead written 
not to fade away not easily forgotten...