You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


in a time of memories

I LOOKED AT YOU, into you, for the last time and I think I saw it again. In your eyes was happiness that pulled the muscles around your eyes and the corners of your mouth into a smile, until you blinked and I looked away, only to hope to see it one more time in that same exact space where it lies, where your soul celebrates in a time of memories.

1 comment:

RJ said...

Walang kupas, Ron!

(Nasaan ka na ngayon?)